“There are more colors on the palette of your soul than you have even begun to paint with.” Matt said that in November, three years ago, and I’d forgotten about it until last weekend, when I came across it in a journal, and it made me cry. Apparently it made me cry then too, because…
The thing about being an artist is that sometimes you get stuck on something and you just can’t get past it until you’ve found some way of expressing it. Journaling helps, flow-charting, stuff like that – but sometimes, even if you’ve revisited an idea or a concept or an angle on something twenty times in…
I’m still thinking about the whole missions thing and how all the pieces of my crazy life fit together. There are two things I know for certain. One is that I am called to missions. The other is that I am called to lead worship. It makes sense to me that those two things would…
The other day, I was out hiking a new trail. There were signs posted when trails intersected or when the main trail turned, so I was fairly confident that I knew where I was going, but along the way there were all these inviting little unmarked trails, and I kept wondering where they went. I…
(in memory of Susannah Wesley) I am sticky, with peanut butter artwork all over my chair; the table is covered with crumbs and he grins, with his brown milk mustache. Susannah had more children than I have imagined, yet she lived. I do not…
