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...
Are You Avoiding Something? Five Tips for Doing the Hard Thing from a Team of Experts I Know
Kids can be masters at avoiding things. If you have children, this will not be a surprise to you. Unless you have a rare bird child, whose keeps his plumage preened perfectly, who puts on her bird pants before breakfast without spending fifteen minutes making trick...
The Anonymous Letter Someone Left in My Mailbox and What I Intend to Do about It
A mystery neighbor left us a letter in our mailbox today. When I first opened the box and saw it there, a piece of notebook paper scribbled in pen, folded on top of our mail, I thought, Uh oh. A couple of months after we first moved in, one of our neighbors (who has...
God Is a Mother and I Have Proof- What I Saw at White Duck Taco Shop
I saw God yesterday. I was sitting at a picnic table when it happened, eating a tikki masala chicken taco with a bunch of women ministers. We sat there together in the sunshine, and as a random yellow jacket buzzed around and teams of cicadas chirped at each other...
Check Out Becky’s Books
The Holy Éclair: Signs and Wonders from an Accidental Pilgrimage
French By Heart: An American Family’s Adventures in La Belle France
What’s a Nice God Like You Doing in a Place Like This? A COMPLETELY UNORTHODOX DEVOTIONAL GUIDE
