When are you gonna buy this album, if you haven’t already?

I know that it’s probably just me–and that it’s definitely not just me– but I’ve been obsessed with this album, lately: Chris Rice, What a Heart is Beating For.  I just want to listen to it over and over and over and over. ...

When Freedom is Love’s attendant

On Friday, a dear, old, wonderful friend came to visit.  Sarah Helton.  We met at church camp when I was like 13 or 14–probably 14; I’d have to go back and look.  We were close friends for about three years before we had...

When love overflows in the form of tears of joy and love

I couldn’t wait to get home to blog this.  I can’t believe it.  Never would I ever have thought this would actually happen.  I was speeding the last leg of my drive home; I took my seat belt off before the last curve before my house. ...

When the mind won’t slow down; when love is speed

My mind won’t slow down.  I have so much running around in my head.For one:Love.  It’s the problem and it’s the answer.  It’s the question and the solution.  The problem with love is that it can be misdirected.  Too...

When one has decided it’s time to let go and take that step

I think You are trying to tell me why—to answer my question/s.  Am I refusing to listen? They had their own side of the story that I never heard.Either way, they did some hurting.  No apologizing, either.  A kind of almost from one—but none,...

When one loves against the norm

I came to a sad realization, today.  Despite the fact that I seem to have high expectations of others, I really don’t.  Let me explain:In kindergarten, I made friends with Jamie.  We were best friends until this other chick, Erin, came along...

When a question stumps a person

“How Methodist do you feel?”My pastor lightheartedly asked me that question today, after completing the last of two membership exploration classes.  I was stumped.  I didn’t know how to answer this question.  Michaela suggested I give...

When to be glad that dreams don’t come true

This one tops ’em all.  Last night, I had the craziest dream of all times, I’m pretty sure.  Here is my attempt at getting this craziness told:Some background: I have a wonderful friend named Margaret.  She works as an administrative...