I shared part of what God has been teaching me this summer here, and today we're going deeper. If you've felt pressure to be a "good girl", I hope this encourages you. I’m sitting in my counselor’s...

I shared part of what God has been teaching me this summer here, and today we're going deeper. If you've felt pressure to be a "good girl", I hope this encourages you. I’m sitting in my counselor’s...
“Have you failed yet?” My friend and coach asks my workout partner and I this during an early morning session. We both shake our heads, “Then you’re not done.” We take turns adding more weight to...
Is this your story? Or the story of someone in your life? I want to hear about it! For so long, I thought being “good” was the goal. But sitting in a counselor’s office I realized that, for me,...
The air smells like sugar and cinnamon as I walk into my favorite bakery. I’m here for a pie-making class and nervous about this new undertaking. (I once made ciabatta bread that turned out so badly...
I’m sitting at a table with two dear friends, chips and salsa in front of us. We’re talking about one of our least favorite topics—conflict. We confess it makes all three of us uncomfortable. Yet,...
In elementary school, I made frequent visits to the nurse’s office. “I have a stomachache,” I’d say. The kind nurse, perhaps knowing what was really going on, would escort me to a mercifully quiet...
I’m at an event holding a tiny plate covered with crackers and cheese, green grapes, and a few olives, wondering how to eat without looking awkward. Actually, I’m wondering how to even be in this...
I’m sitting at a table with a palette of watercolors in front of me. My word for the year is “mini-adventure” and my dear friend got me a gift certificate for this art class. I’ve looked forward to...
This one goes out to all the warriors in yoga pants or tennis shoes, the ones strolling through Target or scrolling on social media. When you look in the mirror today, you might see an ordinary...
When my granddaughter Eula was learning to walk, her steps were wobbly. She was all exuberance and no coordination. At the time, the laundry room was irresistibly enticing (something I knew she...