Glimpsing a sunrise while hiking in the mountains – especially on a never-ending switchback – creates a euphoric moment. A crack in time where all that is wrong becomes right. A second where pain and suffering take a back seat. A breath where my spirit renews and my soul revives. A liminality I wish I could savor forever.
Stories of sunrises among switchbacks – of recovery and release – vividly color my life’s trail map. I share these stories hoping we all find a moment or two to savor – where all becomes well.
Red Rock Girl Scout camp in southwestern Oklahoma is one of my thin places on the earth. I spent a handful of weeks in the summer there when I lived in Edmond during middle school. My troop was lit – we camped, we worked, we learned, we
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Twelve has always had a special meaning for Sarah. So it is fitting that on Nov 12, I give thanks for her. My mini-me has grown into a trusted companion for life’s journey. She suffered abuse at the hands of her bio father, as I did. But
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Susie is my third child – and if her birth taught me anything, it was that she would be different than her older two siblings and challenge me in ways I would not expect. Susie’s childhood and teen years forced me – an extrovert off the charts
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Seminary was NEVER about preaching or pastoring for me. I had no clue what it was about, but I KNEW it wasn’t about … those two. I had tons of reasons. Many were valid, some not so much. One that I didn’t realize was lurking in my
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Moving to Kansas proved difficult – the state refused my Texas teaching certification because I achieved it through alternative certification. I spent 2 years floundering, wondering how to regain the joy and wonder I experienced teaching. I was miserable. An opening for teaching math came up at
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