Gaining a heart of wisdom
Most of the dreams that carried me forward and burned brightly in young adulthood have lost their luster years ago. My twenty-something self would be mortified at the woman I’ve become. I can imagine her indignant voice, hand on hip, eyes wide: “What? No gym membership?” “How many kids did you say you have?” “What… Continue reading Cherishing Hope for the Dream that Sticks Around
The road out of Jericho was always well-traveled, but Bartimaeus could sense something different in the air. Just as the angle of the hot sun on the back of his neck told him the time of day, the buzz of the crowd, the whispered excitement, and the press of bodies told him the truth that… Continue reading Driven by Fear to the God Who Casts Out Fear
It all started as a strategy for outreach. We sat around a table and began to dream out loud, trusting that the fire of shared passion and the wisdom of group process would yield creative ideas for communicating the love of Christ to our community. I don’t mind confessing that I loved my dream. We… Continue reading The Crash and Burn of a God-Sized Dream
Most of the dreams that carried me forward and burned brightly in young adulthood lost their luster years ago. My twenty-something self would be mortified at the woman I’ve become. I can imagine her indignant voice, hand on hip, eyes wide: “What? No gym membership?” “How many kids did you say you have?” “What is… Continue reading No Bitterness in the Wait — Embracing the Aging Dream
I'm a little tentative about the practice of assigning meaning to my dreams, but there's one that came to me when my children were tiny, and its message was clear. In the dream, I was making piecrust and realized, to my dismay, that I had forgotten to double the recipe. "No problem," I thought with… Continue reading Die Before You Die (Till We Have Faces Discussion Group — Conclusion)
Living Our Days 