My simple life… is not simple at all. Yet it is so simple when I let God lead me. I have been married to Greg for 27 years and we have three wonderful children. My simple life is not simple at all. Yet it is so simple when I let God take control. I followed God’s call to begin seminary at Perkins School of Theology in January 2006. I graduated in May 2011. My life is not simple at all. Yet it is so simple when I listen for God’s call. I began the Degree in the Art of Spiritual Direction at San Francisco Theological Seminary in January 2009. I graduated in May 2011. My life is not simple at all. Yet it is so simple when I listen for God's call. I was ordained in the Presbyterian Church USA and spent three amazing years in Pastoral Ministry at Highland Springs Senior Living in Dallas, TX. My life is not simple at all. Yet it is so simple when I listen for God's call. My passion is the Christian Spiritual Life. As a spiritual director and retreat leader, I am so blessed to hear how God is at work in the world. How is God at work in your life?
The smudges on my forehead have been washed away, yet they are still present. I sit with my morning coffee curious about the lingering senses of grief and grace. I do not want to fall into the temptation, the old habit of seeking a reason outside of myself. I want to live in the truth … More Lent: Pardon Our Dust Distraction Is Messy
In January while I was preparing for a discussion at Retreat House on The Accommodation: the politics of race in an American City [Dallas] by Jim Shutze, I ran across this new book by Otis Mills, III: Dancing in the Darkness: Spiritual Lessons for Thriving in Turbulent Times. I first ordered it on Kindle. After … More Ash Wednesday: Pardon Our Dust
Morning Light The birds begin to sing The smell of bacon lingers The darkness eases The moon dulls The stars evaporate The dawning blue hour arrives Pink, orange, yellow swashes Geese heading home Harnessed to the ball of fire rising Desire emerging As geese drag the sun into nativity Clarity as light breaks the stillness … More Welcome Advent
From my reflection time this morning: You have revealed your beachit is raw and vulnerable the vultures werehere yesterdaychowing on a catfish carcas the nutgrass sproutedovernight oh God, your provisionhidden beneath the surface I linger by the shoreto listento the rawand vulnerable _________ It has been awhile since I have been brave enough to share. … More Reflections from Late Summer Lake
Ash Wednesday Love Genesis 3:19 You are dust, and to dust you shall return. (NRSV) I am dust. I am fragile. I can be blown places I do not want to go. Sometimes I leave marks I don’t want to leave. I am dust. I am temporary. But, I matter. And, my voice matters. Some try … More Dust Loves. Dust Gathers. Dust Heals.
Daily Reflections for Holy Times: November 29-December 31, 2020 Matthew 25: 1-13 NRSV “God’s kingdom is like ten young virgins who took oil lamps and went out to greet the bridegroom. Five were silly and five were smart. The silly virgins took lamps, but no extra oil. The smart virgins took jars of oil to feed their … More Do You Have Enough?
Most years after packing up and storing away the Christmas season, I find a remnant decoration or two or three. It amuses me when I find one. Usually I put the decoration in a drawer designated for the decorations I missed. Yet, I resist putting this one away in the drawer. I see this elf … More Beyond Ordinary: Hanging On for Hope
When we practice the presence of the Holy One, we experience sacred, holy, extraordinary moments daily, sometimes multiple times a day. When we are living in right relationship, focused with God, there are no ordinary days. Instead of counting the ordinals of time, the weeks from Sunday to Sunday, I am intentionally counting the sacred, … More Beyond Ordinary: Deep Roots
As I sit this morning praying for the young men and women at The University of Texas at Austin who are sitting in grief and fear of the fatal stabbing yesterday, I am overwhelmed with the grief and loss of the senseless violence that has invaded our lives. I am overwhelmed with grief for Harrison … More For me, all crimes are hate crimes
I am dust. I am fragile. I can be blown places I do not want to go. Sometimes I leave marks I don’t want to leave. I am dust. I am dust. I am temporary. But I matter. And my voice matters. Some try to silence the truth. The truth lives in the dust. Let the Breath … More I am dust…
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