It is a spiritual practice. I check in with myself every day to see how I'm feeling. When I journal every morning, after I review the day that has just passed, I jot down what I know about the current day. Then, I write down what I'm feeling. It is almost always a "mixed grill"… Continue reading Peaceful Butterflies
When I was just six years old, my grandfather, my beloved Paw Paw, took his life and so my journey with grief began. I didn't know how to grieve and as you can imagine, my family was upside down. I held it in and made sure I was well-behaved and responsible. Meanwhile, I looked for my Paw Paw everywhere,… Continue reading The Grace of Holy Tears
Yesterday marked the 28th anniversary of my ordination into Christian ministry. I have no idea how 28 years flew by so quickly. I still vividly recall, as a 25-year-old, kneeling and having hands laid on me and how heavy those hands felt as the ordination prayer was prayed by my favorite theology professor. I wish I… Continue reading Bittersweet and Beautiful
