Becky’s Blog

Why I Was Running Around My Yard After Midnight

If you walked past my house at 11:54 pm on Wednesday night, you might have seen me running around my back yard in my pajamas and bedroom slippers, chasing my goofy golden retriever. It might have looked like we were playing, as she was leaping with joy in the...

Knocking on My Own Door

Meet my old friend Marianne. I found her at a flea market back when we lived in France and named her Marianne, after the beautiful woman you see all over France- on French stamps and as busts in town halls, reminding everyone of liberty and equality and fraternity. I...

Big Questions at the Cafeteria

When I met one of my second grade friends for lunch at her school today, I knew we'd have a really fun time- and we sure did! I figured we'd get to know each other better, that she'd introduce me to her friends and tell me all about her school, and we did all of...

Stranger Conversations

Something slightly wacko happened to me in the ladies' room at the mall last Friday. I had just exited my stall and was standing at the sink washing my hands when a lady looking into the mirror beside me said VERY LOUDLY, "Ain't no way I'm gonna have another baby at...

Come On Over to the Dark Side of Christmas

I probably shouldn't admit this, but lately I live for the moment each day when I turn down my street and see my neighbor's inflatable Santa face down in the grass, his pack crumpled as if he's been robbed, his legs twisted as if a rogue reindeer trampled him, a...

A Christmas Letter from Bethlehem

Written your Christmas letter yet? I've written one this year- the first in at least 20 years or so, but it's not really from me this time around. A month or so ago, my minister friend and colleague Matt asked a few of us to write holiday letters as if we were one of...

What the World Needs Now Is…a Porta Potty?

If you're a Facebook friend of mine, you've heard all about the Porta Potty in my driveway. We've been having some work done on our house, so they moved it in about a month ago. My friends gave me lots of fun suggestions about how to decorate it for the holidays, and...

When Church Makes Us Cry

Sometimes church makes us cry. It did for Sadie (not her real name) on Sunday. The kids had finished their doughnuts and fellowship time when it happened (which means they had played air hockey and drew with markers and looked at books and begged me at least thirteen...

Anger, Out of the Closet

Last Sunday morning, I stood in my closet and got mad at my clothes. It was going to be a busy morning and I had a ton of things to keep track of. In a few hours I'd be standing before our large congregation, handing out acolyte crosses to our new fourth grade worship...

The Little Wise Person I Met on Vacation

Have you been listening to the news much lately? Sometimes when I take in the world with all its pain and division, with its screaming voices and tears, it's just too much. I start to wonder if it will ever get better- or if this is just the way it is now...if this is...

Dinosaurs, Rings, All Sorts of Blessings!

Who doesn't like to discover buried treasure? Or maybe treasure chucked over the fence and lying out in the open because the park we wanted to "bury" it in was locked shut for the night? If you're a kid moseying around any of three city playgrounds in Greenville,...

Before I Die… What Would You Write on the Wall?

Do you know of the Before I Die walls around the USA? I didn't until yesterday, when I tagged along with Todd on his business trip to Asheville. (What a great excuse to see the World's Most Fabulous Grandbaby- and spend the night away from my sweet yet murderous cat...

When Baptists Play Host for Ramadan

If you read my title and have the urge to say, "When pigs fly!" then you don't know my Baptist people. In these days when the American president refers to unauthorized immigrants-even gang members- as animals, when Israeli soldiers kill dozens of unarmed protesters,...

Twenty Kids, A Trail, and My Second Grade Hero

My friend Addison comes to a children's walk downtown prepared! "What a good idea," I said to her as we headed out of church to hit the trail, pointing to the toy binoculars around her neck. "Thanks," said the second grader, fingering a plastic lens. "It's in case I...

10 Things My Unkempt Yard Is Trying to Tell Me

Todd and I aren't really yard people. If you live on my street, this will not shock you. But we do like for our yard to be decently straight, not hazardous to children, and kind of pretty from a distance. So during the last month or so, I've been devoting at least one...

Tribute Night at the Children’s Hospital

I thought I knew what I was signing up for. I knew it would be sad. How could it be anything else, this annual tribute service at our local children’s hospital? Mamas and daddies and siblings and nurses and doctors would gather together in one room, and we’d call out...