My son is all about collecting bugs, slugs, and all things slimy. So, a chameleon would be right up his alley; however, chameleons have always given me the creeps. Perhaps, I watched too much Goosebumps and Are You Afraid of the Dark? growing up –come on, I know someone out there has to remember the episode with Tia and Tamara Mowry, “Bite you once. Bite you twice. Add a little water. Pay the price.”
My sweet, soon to be six-year-old son will be starting kindergarten this week. In honor of such a tumultuous event, I’ll be sharing a poem a wrote a few years ago when I was pondering what life with my then infant son would look like.
I’m not sure about the rest of you, but I absolutely abhor going to the gas station. Perhaps, it is because I usually wait until the last minute. I’ll go ahead an admit it: I am always the one coasting in on fumes hoping that my car won’t run out of gas before I put in park.
Once I get there, I’m usually a bit frazzled. I’m probably running late for some prior appointment, and I’m kicking myself for not planning ahead and getting gas the night before. Continue reading “W.O.W.! The Gas Station”
The world is no place for creatives,
Those who ride their emotions like waves.
One day they may be still, as in all the photographs of ocean sunsets, Continue reading “No Place for Creatives”
Do you ever feel misunderstood?
Recently, someone remarked quite negatively that I live with my head in the clouds. I suspect the person was expecting me to protest or at least take offense–for the seemingly harmless words that you just read were spoken with venom. Instead, I thanked this person– and meant it whole-heartedly–and the tension was dissolved with a good laugh. Continue reading “W.O.W.! Lessons on Love”
While the previous song, “Where You Are”, has become a personal prayer for me, the song, “How Far I’ll Go” has almost become an expression of worship. While that may seem to cross the line for several of you, please allow me to explain. Continue reading “Missions in Moana: How Far I’ll Go”
“Missions makes a horrible mistress!”
These were the final words of an instructor in the Perspectives on the World Christian Movement course. I remember thinking: “How can missions be a mistress?” Continue reading “W.O.W.! The Mistress of Ministry”
I know, I know. I sound like a broken record harping on Moana again, but in my house this instant Disney classic lives on repeat as my five year old’s latest addiction. Still, as I explained in my last post, I believe there is more to Moana, and I’d like to delve a bit deeper into a hidden theme in this movie—and that is the theme of missions.
My heart sank as I walked back into my office. All of the dreams I’d allowed myself to conjure, those warm, weightless dreams that cause you to bubble over with excitement, were now lying around me, pointed shards of glass. That’s what happens when God says “No”. Continue reading “W.O.W.: When God Says NO”
