Tag: God’s love

My story.

For the last several months, we have been taking turns sharing our stories in small group. Last night was my turn. How in the world do you tell people a full synopsis of 29 years in less than an hour? And how do you tell people all of it? All the happy? All the sad?

Dear Nashville,

Happy anniversary. One year. What am I supposed to get you for a one year anniversary? Paper? Silver? How about just a blog post? Sounds good to me. Today I went back and watched the first video I made here and I cried all over again. It still feels. Know what I mean? There’s a

A story of trust… I hope.

The Thursday before I left for camp, a writing job that would have been SUPER financially helpful fell through. I went to Frothy Monkey, sat with my buddy Skip and cried, then went home and sulked. I reminded God and myself that when I moved to Nashville, I never agreed to be living paycheck to

March 12, 2006.

You know what’s funny about me being me? Sometimes I start writing blog posts for a specific day [March 12] and then totally forget to finish them on the right day and instead they get written and posted on bizarrely unrelated days [March 18].  Some might call it “idiotic”, I prefer “charmingly scatterbrained”. Tomatoes, TomAHtoes. 

Deciphering Me.

Enjoy this today.  It connects with the post from yesterday which, by the way, I LUH-HUVED your comments.  Especially from you married gals- yeah, the whole idea that guarding your heart transcends dudes and includes friendships and work relationships and all of it. Wise, that’s what you people are. Oh Brooke Fraser, I couldn’t talk

This makes my Monday.

“All around us we observe a pregnant creation. The difficult times of pain throughout the world are simply birth pangs. But it’s not only around us; it’s within us. The Spirit of God is arousing us within. We’re also feeling the birth pangs. These sterile and barren bodies of ours are yearning for full deliverance.

It only takes a day.

Do you half-wish I would bust into “it only takes a spark, to get a fire go-o-ing”?  Welcome back, Summer Camp 1986 Annie.  I’ve missed you and your curly perm.  [Don’t ask. I won’t show you a picture.] Today I was drawn to the story of Joseph in Genesis. You know him- technicolor dream coat,

It’s the little things, people.

In January of 2007 I saw a beautiful shower curtain and shower curtain hooks at Target. I remember clearly that they were on the end of the aisle, deeply on sale. I’m talking a red sticker with another red sticker on top. If I remember correctly [and let’s be honest, when it comes to sales,

Positive Post Tuesday

Welcome to Positive Post Tuesday. This is a regular thing over at Brody’s blog, but he’s a giver, so he’s passing it around.  [And apparently that makes me a taker.  Whoopsie daisy.] Speaking of givers, I’ve got one to talk about today.  My friend Kathleen.  You know her- she helped me make a quilt. Let


When I used to teach school, I made kids write the truth as their punishment often.  For example, when I busted Meg for lying, I had her write- “I am an honest person and I will act like it.” TWO HUNDRED TIMES.  Tough, I know.  But I promise, it only took her one day to