Do you ever feel like you are too much? Too competitive? Too sensitive? Too Loud? Too quiet? Sometimes I struggle feeling like I am too much of something, in my case, it is usually too competitive. The other day it was a beautiful sunny day outside, one of the first signs of spring and I … Continue reading Why Less Isn’t More.
This morning I got up with the squirrels and cheered on my favorite triathlon partner as she ran a race in Manhappiness. I sped by Starbucks to get caffeine and the Sunday edition of the New York Times (a favorite splurge) and motored out to the lake sans GPS. The sun rose to my right as … Continue reading Always Plan A
I hopped on a bike the other day for a quick spin through the suburbs. Actually…”hopped” is a bit too optimistic. I got dressed, hydrated, found my helmet and key pouch, and pulled my bike into the landing in front of my door. Looks like I had a flat. In all of the great … Continue reading Just like riding a bike
I’ll be moving soon and thanks to friends and a VERY PATIENT brother-in-law (a prince among men), I am going to pack my belongings, load them, and meet up with them in Manhattan, Kansas, in August. There is nothing like several moves in a short season to remind you that you don’t need (to pack … Continue reading Scarcity & abundance
I’ve been missing something…something visceral; something that I have always – under every circumstance – been able to count on and draw upon. I’ve looked in closets, books, song, people, silence, and in the battered book of faith that I’ve been known to toss at doors and walls. It wasn’t there. Searched photographs, memory, … Continue reading Rise
I love the tag-line for Wrecked.org, “when life as you know it doesn’t work anymore.” Aren’t we all a little wrecked? Disillusioned? A wee bit uncomfortable in the way this divine mystery unfolds? The winds howl, the assault continues on an unfortified people, folks are lost and lonely…and sometimes the truth of a loving God … Continue reading Along the broken road
Sometimes we’re called to a task – a race – that we aren’t prepared to run. We stand at the start with shaking knees, dripping eyes and nose, and a real sense of dread. The gun fires and we are called to engage. We know that we aren’t ready for the mileage ahead. Will that … Continue reading The race set before us
