“Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow” Psalm 51:7. When I was a newlywed I saw myself as a domestic goddess in the making. My genes confirmed such visions. My mom was a culinary diva; my dad was a card-carrying neat freak with zero tolerance
In a cluttered world full of busy people who have a hard time stopping and resting, I’ve somehow managed to live on the periphery of the status quo. Stillness comes naturally to me. If you know anything about Enneagram types, I am a 9, and, as such, my emotional health hinges on how well I
So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.1 Corinthians 10:31 Do you make your bed every day? In Chile, where I grew up, domestic help was common and affordable; our amazing Juanita, who worked for my family for over 30 years, always kept our house spotless. During
Do you ever dream big? I do. I sit at a table at Barnes and Noble next to a tall stack of my newly-released book. Dozens of people line up behind the table, waiting patiently to get their own copy. In this dream, I stand up, offer you a warm smile, and extend a firm,
The memories of the hours and days following my mom’s death in January of 2000 are a big blur of soul-groaning. I carried a heavy weight, a dark and lonely ache. So lonely. I sensed that words like grief, sorrow, and mourning weren’t big enough to describe what I felt in the pit of my
It’s time to pick up our mats. When I heard God’s first whisper ten years ago, like a faint image disappearing out of the corner of my eye, it seemed to be gone as soon as I turned. There was too much noise in my life to hear Him. Shhh. What was that you said?
The One Place I Learned to Wrestle With God and Dared to Say My Name Come, let us build ourselves a city, with a tower that reaches to the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves. (Genesis 11:4a) I will make you into a great nation, and I will bless you; I
I wrote my last running post approximately two years ago, right before the beginning of the end of my running days. Indeed, just a few months later, I grew weary and stopped running. Next time you hear from me, I will be sharing why my running came to a halt, and how God has been
“Remember the days of old; consider the generations long past. Ask your father and he will tell you, your elders, and they will explain to you.” (Deuteronomy 32:7) I was driving west on I-40, arguably one of the most boring interstate stretches known to mankind–well, at least known to me. Thankfully, though, I had my