
Life as Pulpit . . . Reflections on Purpose, Peace, and Passion in Everyday Life
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Release. Pause. Rise.
I have a confession: the other night I watched TV for 12 hours straight and ate icing straight out of the freaking can.
And, I’ve gotta be honest. I didn’t even feel bad about it.
Once again, I’ve earned it. Life bought me an evening of mindless binging and creamy supreme pillsbury frosting.
I needed to be off, instead of on.
I needed to be still, instead of move.
My mind and my heart needed to pause.
The Task of Life
Sometimes hardships of life that you have only heard about or read about show up on your doorstep. The horrors of reality and the plight of being human becomes more “real” than ever.
The task of life is to keep moving.
A New Surrender
I have a confession: There is a hidden piece of the guilt of hypocrisy that I have carried around for far too long.
Blow Up or Glow Up: When Life Hits Hard
This goes out to all of my friends whose lives have blown up in one way or another and you have kept on keeping on.
When the Storm Rolls In, Pay Attention
I have a confession: For many years of my life I was completely unappreciative of changing weather patterns. I was dissatisfied with anything other than sunshine and warmth. Living most of my life in Indiana, this meant that I was dissatisfied about 86% of the time. What a ridiculously miserable way to choose to live!
Shame Doesn’t Get the Last Word
I ask myself, “How do I release shame and offer constant grace to my present self? How do I quit the false demands of perfection?”
Shame does not get the last word.
Come and Crowd My Table . . . Everyone Belongs
This goes out to all my people. Good people who have invaded my life with laughter and love and friendship. This goes out to my people who long for community and hope and connection.
Discovering . . . Something You Have Never Been
This goes out to all of my friends who have experienced the reality of life drowning out parts of who you once were.
I Want to Die Laughing
This goes out to all of my friends who don’t laugh as hard or as loud or as often as they used to.
The Beautiful Dance of Grief and Gratitude
Gratitude and Grief hold on tight to one another as beautiful dance partners, the dance teaching me and comforting me and executing joy. I am invited into the dance and held in perfect peace and freedom.
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