Lost For Words

Here's the first of what will probably be a lot of silliness called Free Writing. There will not be appropriate spacing, punctuation, or paragraphs. This is a literal tumbling of thoughts out of my head. I won't even edit it. Enjoy: Dear friends, Here it is. I miss writing and I let it get crowded out of my life this year. I'm so glad that Tim and I are sitting in bed writing. I can't wait to read his new story! It's going to be so good. There are so many things I want to do more. I want to make time for them. Playing guitar. It's gathering dust and that stinks because I'm sure someone somewhere would love to have it, hold it, play it even more than I want to but I don't. And reading. I read but not nearly enough. Reading is such a beautiful time. It's great to sit with a good book, blog, or magazine and enjoy God's presence and inspiration as he sits by me and we read. Singing. Wow I was in an a cappella group. I should sing. Maybe I sho

Dear friends, I struggle to be still when I could be serving. If there's something left undone, I feel like I have to do it. If there's someone left unheard, I feel like I have to give them my time and attention. If there's a need, I have to meet it to the best of my ability. I'm learning (and have been for years) that it's not always God's intention to have me meet every need or cram every service opportunity  into my day. Jesus' life on Earth must have been overflowing with opportunities to give time, teaching, a listening ear, and hugs to people in need. There must have been an extremely high demand for his powers to heal, cast out demons, and resurrect loved ones! And Jesus knew he could do it. So why did he spend 30 years living among us before he began his ministry? Was carpentry his true passion? Was he reluctant to fix problems? Did he not really love us?  I believe, like with everything he did, Jesus waited with purpose. I won't pretend to

During the summer of 2009 I participated in a leadership training program at the YMCA of the Rocky Mountains in Estes Park, Colorado. Some friends and I occasionally visited another city called Boulder to chat with people on the street and share the gospel. This story is about a particularly amazing evening in Boulder. I was in a group with two friends and we were excited to meet people and share God's love even though we were nervous and didn't really know how to get started. We decided to pray before pursuing a conversation. During our prayer, I felt very strongly that God was telling me we should remain where we were standing. It was a pretty weird idea so I hesitated to tell my friends about it. But one of them asked if we should get going so I replied saying, "I think we should just stay here for now." One of them asked why. Knowing that people freak out if I ever say I heard from God, I just insisted that it was a good location to scope out the area and find