‘Death Be Not Proud’

As my younger brother lies dying of cancer,  I struggle with what to write. This won’t be a light posting because I’m just not in that space right now. I sit with my sisters in a hospital lounge, chatting about relatively meaningless things as my brother fights for every breath and tries to rest. My...

Why Feet?

I’m not a fan of feet. Oh, I’m thankful for mine, but I don’t generally find feet—with the exception of the Fred Flintstone feet of babies—appealing. So it makes sense to me that washing a guest’s feet was the task of a servant in Jesus’ time. If washing feet was a dirty, smelly job for...

A Little Quiet, PLEASE!

I recently spent a blissfully quiet weekend of retreat at the Abbey of Gethsemani in Kentucky. I’m not a loud person by nature, but even I didn’t realize how much noise there is in my life until I shut it off for a few days. Oh, there were still sounds—of birds in the trees outside my window, of water...

No High-twitch Muscle Fiber Here

One of the commentators during the Olympics a few years ago made note of a gymnast’s high-twitch muscle fiber. Immediately, my years of being less-than-athletically inclined all made sense to me. It’s high-twitch muscle fiber that I’m missing! It’s not that I ever tried very hard to be an athlete....

Cinch By the Inch

“It’s a cinch by the inch, but hard by the yard” is a maxim I repeat often. When something feels too big for me, I remind myself that I don’t have to tackle it all at once. Breaking it down into smaller pieces makes it more manageable—and less overwhelming. As a college student, I parceled each...

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