Is it weird to be excited for surgery? No, I’m not excited or looking forward to the cast, the pain or the physical therapy. Yet as my time comes to a close here at Brown City Camp and the nervousness in the back of my mind grows louder and louder, another thought brings some comfort. … Continue reading Keep Moving
I am an obsessive planner by nature. I want to know exactly where I am going, what I am doing and when I am doing it. That might all sound pretty normal at first, but here is where I take it to the next level; in college I would take all of the syllabi from … Continue reading Like an Unforeseen Kiss
Yesterday we had to say goodbye to our cat. He had been struggling with a chronic illness and was taking a turn for the worse. We had been told by the vet that this day was coming, but tried to pursue other options and treatments before letting him go. I personally chose not to be … Continue reading Joy (animals in heaven)
Sixty seconds. This was the challenge given to our congregation by our Senior Pastor. Sixty seconds to share a condense version of our testimony. Why? Because not enough people are sharing their story. Storytelling is essentially the foundation of Jesus’ ministry during His time on earth. It’s how He drew a following and connected the … Continue reading Sixty Seconds
I have a fear of flying. The last time I was on a plane was about a year ago. I blogged about the fiasco it was, forgetting my driver’s license, getting the full TSA pat-down. It was a nightmare. Flying isn’t my only fear; I have always had a lot of anxiety in my life. For … Continue reading At the Crossroads
Do you remember playing the board game 'Sorry'? Your pawns are huddled together until one bravely crosses the starting line and begins the derby around the board. Sometimes you would move forward, other times you would move backward and occasionally you would get a 'Sorry' card which meant you could change places with one of … Continue reading Big Sin, Bigger Forgiveness
When I was a teenager working my way toward adulthood and through the tumultuous high points and low points of adolescence, finding a lifelong partner was always somewhere back in my mind. At first, it was way in the back, because at sixteen or seventeen years of age it didn’t feel like I had anything to worry about. … Continue reading When you aren’t married by your late twenties; thoughts on contentment.