The Unexpected
When I moved into Jesus People, I moved into a room two doors down from another woman named Sarah. Sarah was, and is, one of my…
When I moved into Jesus People, I moved into a room two doors down from another woman named Sarah. Sarah was, and is, one of my…
Late at night I lie awake in bed shaking, and remembering Jeff. Jeff was the first guy we ever had in our family group. It’s…
Just small things. Today was a hard day. My middle son, who has autism, was having a rough day, and my youngest needed lunch. He also…
“I want to see beauty. In the ugly, even in the kitchen sink, in the suffering, in the daily, in all the days before I die,…
You know, most women have a desire deep down inside to be “found.” Whether it’s hide and seek as kids, twirling in circles in front of…
Mornings are my least communally-minded time of day. I don’t like most people right then—and I definitely don’t like talking to them. I wake up, and…
At JPUSA we have a tradition of collecting and using “ugly mugs” from thrift stores in our neighborhood. Our use of tableware has gone through several…
I am just back from a week at Scout camp: three adult leaders, five great boys, and a week in the woods with rifles, horses, shotguns, fire,…
I am an introverted person who is pretty good at being social. This leads most people to assume that I like being social. Don’t get me…