short musings and podcast transcripts
When I was a child, my faith life was whatever my parents taught me. There was a loving God, and rules, and if you did the right thing, and helped your neighbor, all would be well. If my early-adult life was a house, I would have painted one room ‘religion’, another ‘family’, another ‘work’, another…
late night prayer: my singing my teaching my writing my son my daughter my husband my marriage my family my friends my body my mind my thoughts my eyes my ears my hands my actions my future my past my present my breath my enemies my struggles my victories my hope my fear my vocation…
Very early in the morning on a particular date and time last summer, I was praying. Praying desperately, as I remember it, for something to change, or for my perspective to change, or for something to shift within me. I was discouraged, disoriented, and without direction, and it felt like it was all crashing in.…