After a nearly two year stint doing other things, S. returned in December to the church that in a sense, raised us.  We started there after only a year of marriage and spent eight years learning and building a ministry.

Now being back, ministry looks somewhat different.  We, certainly, have grown and changed.  We knew there would be surprises and didn’t know what to expect after time away.

Without question, the biggest surprise and kindest gift God gave was adding former students back into our lives.  When I showed up to train new leaders in January I was humbled to see about eight former students who have returned to lead small groups or serve in various capacities. Read the rest of this entry

As I tucked Little Girly in I sang the song based on Psalm 121, “I lift my eyes up unto the mountains…where does my help come from?”  As I sang I listened to the words, realizing maybe the song was on my heart for my sake more than Little Girly’s.

The most breathtaking part of our new house is the view overlooking Mt. Baker as well as fantastic southern exposure.  A week and a half ago I was in a hurry as I set breakfast out.  I had already fit in a workout, showered, and had an “efficient” quiet time.  Suddenly as eggs were being dished I realized the sun was up, the mountains were breathtaking, and somewhere along the “get it done” of the morning I missed my favorite part where the mountains turn pink in anticipation of the sun’s return and I hold my breath for the “wait for it!” moment of it’s appearance.

If only I had more space in my brain to realize what I missed!  Story of my life in this season.  There has been much good, many rich elements, and very little space in my brain to think new thoughts let alone process the old ones.

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