I spend more time trying to convince myself there is no God than trying to believe.  I’d rather have all the answers myself, thank you very much, and when I offer up my answers I’m not convinced he gets it. Why doesn’t he get it?

Oh…if he would only be more like me…clumsy and confused and ADHD. That would fix everything.

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. (Isaiah 55:8)

Thank God.

Meet Seattle Monkey. I found him on the back shelf of a gift shop in the Seattle–Tacoma International Airport, right after my husband and I arrived for our vacation.

I had to have Seattle Monkey. I had to take his picture with the Seattle–Tacoma International Airport sign.

And so it began.  Continue reading →

It doesn’t even sound like something to hope for. In our culture “Salvation” sounds incredibly outdated and restrictive. Like if I have found salvation, I have agreed to follow a certain set of rules, and I have agreed to shove those rules into every person I run across whether it makes a mess or not.

Today in our house, salvation looks a whole lot like an empty crawl space. Continue reading →

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.”
Emily Dickinson

Hold tight to it, demand of it and Hope, elusive, slips away. Like a bird in a cage, without freedom its colors fade.

Given fresh air, Hope resonates.

Hope is wild. It thrives in its natural habitat.

Hope sneaks up on you when you least expect it.

Hope can’t be told what to do, or how to do it.

Hope is rebellious, disruptive and out of control.

Hope is unruly.