On Baseball and Boyhood


1st baseman, Eric Hosmer, got traded from the Kansas City Royals to the San Diego Padres. To some this may just be a blurb they see run across the bottom of the screen while they watch Sports Center, to many it may not be something that even matters to them at all. To me, it is a painful reminder of the passage of time and my children growing up.

I have a picture of my oldest son from when he was about a year old standing at the TV watching a Royals game. That was the start of a love affair with the game of baseball and the Kansas City Royals. He was 8 years old when Eric Hosmer started playing for them. Countless visits to Kauffman Stadium and a closet full of Hosmer shirts later, he took his love of the game to the field himself. He even wore #35 as a homage to his hero. There was not a day that he was not in the yard tossing, catching, pitching, hitting. Sometimes for hours. His face glowed when he entered the dugout with his own team and a sense of joy exuded from him as he took the field time and time again. The Royals winning the World Series is one of the highlights of his life. Games at the K with his grandpa were a common occurrence.

An elbow fracture turned weekends away at tournaments into half  a season sitting out with an injury. Although the fracture healed, his joy and love for the game was damaged irreparably. A fear of re-injury mentally took him out of the game.  Pair that with several players from the World Series team getting traded as their contacts came up and you have the end of an era for him as well as the Royals. Fast forwards to where we are now: Hosmer getting traded was the nail in the coffin. He decided not to even go out for his high school team this year: the love is just not there anymore.

I’m ok with it in a lot of ways. We all grow and change over time and our interests grow and change as well. I just wish, as a mom, I would have been more aware of my surroundings and enjoyed his love for baseball more than I did. I kind of just assumed it would always be there. The crack of a bat will alway stir memories and emotions deep within me as I remember that my little boy is nearly a man now and the baseball pants have been washed and put up for the last time.


Book Review: “The Jesus Life”

I am seriously one of those people who will finish a good book and be like, “That was the best book EVER!” and really mean it. So I feel like sometimes when I say that, it seems a little insincere. But truly, you need to stop what you are doing right now and go get a copy of “The Jesus Life: 8 Ways to Recover Authentic Christianity” by Stephen W. Smith. Seriously…go. I’ll wait…


I have been a Christian my entire life. I grew up in the church and knowing Jesus. Of course my faith has evolved over the years and it is a constant work in progress, but any good Christian should say the same. The minute you think you have ‘arrived’ or know everything is the minute you need to reevaluate things. Heck, that goes for anything in life! So how is it in my years of being a follower of Jesus I never have once stopped to consider what this book presents?

Ask any person who has any inkling about Christianity what it is all about and they will more than likely tell you that it is about following the teachings of Jesus.  Love God, love others, take care of the marginalized and all those good things. And, YES, those are all very important and are the bedrock of our faith but what if there was more?

Stephen W. Smith is asking us to take a look at the life of Jesus and attempt to not only follow his teaching but to actually live our lives the way He lived His. He suggests a close reading of the gospel of Luke along with the reading of his book and I would highly recommend that as well. All these little phrases and stories that I had read a hundred times and had skipped over to get to the actual teachings were right there on the page jumping out at me. Things like, “He went off by himself to pray”, or “They went to the temple like the always had”. These little glimpses into how He actually lived can give us valuable insight and something to model our behavior after.

The 8 areas of Jesus’ life that Smith explores are:

  • The Way of Dailiness
  • The Way of Hiddenness
  • The Way of Family
  • The Way of Companionship
  • The Way of the Table
  • The Way of Doing Good
  • The Way of Ritual
  • The Way of Suffering

Each areas is explored and backed up with scripture. Man, I think I may have nearly underlined every word in the chapters on ritual and suffering. So much good stuff in this book. It has made me stop, pause, and think about how I am living out my life and why I do the things I do. Who am I concerned with impressing? It also caused me to fall in love with communion again. What an amazing ritual passed down from Jesus Himself! Every time we do it, we can remember that Jesus himself asked us to do this. How cool is that?!

If you are sick of the cookie cutter Christianity that is out there any more with it’s questionable morals and ideals, I think you will really love this book. It gets right back to the basics and makes you look at life differently: The Jesus Life.



I can remember being a kid, maybe upper elementary, and learning the names of Jesus from the Bible at church. I vividly remember a poster in my Sunday School room that had them all listed out.

I can also remember straight up jamming out to ‘Emmanuel’ by Amy Grant when I was in youth group. Even thought that song was OLD at that point, it was still a fun one! If you don’t know it, did you even church in the 90s, bro?

Emmanuel, Emmanuel
Wonderful, counselor
Lord of life, lord of all
He’s the prince of peace, mighty god, holy one
Emmanuel, Emmanuel

-Amy Grant, “Emmanuel”

The name Emmanuel has always stuck out to me. God with us.

GOD with us. God WITH us. God with US.

Every single word of that short phrase is amazing! God, the one who put galaxies into motion and created the complexities of atoms, is with us.

It’s not past tense. It is not that he came and did His thing and then retreated up to Heaven to just watch it all unfold.

It’s not future tense. It is not that He will be with us at some point in the future but not right now.

NO. Present tense. All the time. Right this very second. He is with us.  NOW.

Now, notice this does not say, ‘God will make everything ok’ or ‘God will make sure nothing bad ever happens’. The way this world is, we know that is not going to be the case. But how comforting to know that He is right there with us through it all. On the bad days, on the good days, on the days you seriously don’t know how you will put one foot in front of the other. He is there. He is with us. God is with us.



Stop! You Are On Holy Ground!


One of my absolute favorite stories in the Old Testament (and the Bible as a whole, really) is the story of Moses and the burning bush.  Here’s Moses just out doing what he do. Being a shepherd for his father in law. Never once thinking, “Wonder if I am going to encounter God today?” Then he sees it: a bush on fire yet not burning up.  Picture that in your head if you can. Seeing that would definitely clue you in that something supernatural was occurring. If the bush hadn’t done it for him, the booming voice of God telling him to stop and remove his shoes because he was on holy ground did the trick. Really? Hold ground? Right here in the middle of where I am doing just my everyday life? God proceeds to ask Moses to do something he doesn’t think he is able or qualified to do. “Me, God? You sure? What if they don’t believe me? What if they ask who sent me?” God does what He does and just reassures Moses that He has got this and that He will be there with him the entire time. And, as He always does, God keeps that promise to Moses.

What I love about this story is that Moses does not encounter God in a temple or on a retreat weekend or during prayer or Bible study. No, God is right there where Moses is. God is everywhere we walk so of course everywhere we are should be considered Holy ground. Sometimes I find myself daydreaming about doing something BIG like going on a medical mission trip or starting a church for the homeless or public speaking. This story reminds me that while, yes, God is in those huge things he is also in these small every day things as well. He has given us His promise that He will be there with us through it all.

Maybe your Holy ground is answering phones at a call center. Make those people you talk to feel valued and worthwhile. Even the ones who aren’t as nice. God is with you, it’s Holy ground.

Maybe your Holy ground is in a classroom. You are shaping the very future of the world. Show them their worth, show them love. God is with you, it’s Holy ground.

Maybe your Holy ground is making coffee at a local shop. You are helping people and bringing people joy. Make them look forward to coming in and getting their day started. God is with you, it’s Holy ground.

Maybe your Holy ground is being a stay at home parent. The monotony of the daily in and out does not go unnoticed by God. Keep doing the work and building up those kids. God is with you, it’s Holy ground.

The list could go on and on. I would encourage you to look for God in the everyday. Notice that burning bush and be in awe of what God has called you to do in your life. Where you are is where He wants you to be and where He will meet you.

Growing Up in a Gun Culture

I was driving the kids to school the other morning, listening to the Christian radio station like I always do. The morning hosts started talking about the recent, tragic shooting at a church in Texas. The hair on my neck bristled. I glanced in the rearview mirror and to my side to see how my kids were going to react. I’m not one to shelter my kids from the reality of the world, but I also am cognizant of how said reality may effect them. As I glanced around my car, not a one of them reacted. The 14 year old clear down to the 5 year old were just talking and looking out the window like the announcers were talking about the new Taylor Swift album and not a mass shooting that took the lives of dozens.

I remember the utter terror I felt when, as a high school junior, I watched the Columbine shooting unfold on television. These were kids like me being shot in one of the places where they should feel safest. It did not compute in my mind because it was not something that happened. A gun? In a school?

I remember the utter helplessness and fear I felt after 9/11. Watching those twin towers fall, not knowing if there were more attacks to come, the long line at the gas stations right here in the Mid West. It was scary. Terror is exactly what I felt so, well played terrorists! It was just not something that happened very often. It felt surreal.

My kids have grown up in a post Columbine and post 9/11 world. Terrorism and gun violence are the norm. That columbine shooting that shook 17 year old me to my core? Not even one of the top 10 deadliest mass shootings in American anymore. My kids didn’t react to the news on the radio about the church shooting because it is so commonplace anymore. Another day, another shooting. Another day, another terrorist attack. I can’t blame them for seeming unfazed, it’s all the have ever known. All the have ever seen. All the have ever heard.

If you are reading this hoping I have some sort of suggestion or answer to this problem, I’m sorry to disappoint you. Would tougher gun laws make things like this less likely to happen? Sure. Are bad guys still going to get guns no matter what? Of course. Would more access to mental health care help tame some of these tragedies? Yes. All of them? No.

As I pray and meditate over all of this tragedy, more than anything it seems like a heart issue. Somewhere along the way these people were made to feel less than or left out or any other variety of terrible things. Somewhere along the way a cry for help went unanswered or a symptom went unnoticed and untreated. That’s life, I know. It’s not all sunshine. But from being in education I also know the value of one caring adult in a child’d life. Let people know they matter and are loved. In your own small little corner of the world, make people feel welcomed and valued. It may not solve the problem, but it sure will make this world a better place.

That Time I Tried to Take An Adult Tap Class…


So this summer I was feeling fed the heck up with my dumb, diseased body. “Screw you, arthritis!! I am going to do whatever I want, whenever I want! I don’t have to listen to anything you say!” So I signed myself right on up for an adult tap class at the studio where my daughter dances. It wasn’t like I had never tapped before, I did when I was younger, but it had been a minute. Still I was like, “Yup, I’ve got this!” So I borrowed a pair of tap shoes from a friend, put on some leggings, and showed up.

Now I am not exaggerating in the slightest when I say that i was the youngest person in class by 25-30 years. Silly me, this actually increased my confidence that I was going to kick this class’s butt. Before I knew it an hour had gone by and I was drenched in sweat, it was pouring down my face and back. I had to hobble out of that joint when class was over. Those amazing older ladies were literally dancing circles around me. I was in awe. But it also made me realize that unfortunately I do have to listen to my body and, no, I can’t just do whatever I want. *sigh*

I would guess it took me 3-4 days to recover. My joints (which already hate me and are out to destroy themselves) hated me even more. I could barely move let alone walk. And it really pissed me off if I am 100% honest here. I’m 35, I should be able to handle an hour long dance class once a week. So many people have said to me, “You know, you would probably feel better if you would do some sort of activity and get moving.” Gee, thanks. I never considered that. *eye roll* Trust me, I want nothing more than to be able to be active. I didn’t ever consider the fact that I would end up with a degenerative disabling disease, but here I am.

The less active I am, the more I hurt. The more active I am, the more I hurt. I don’t know how else to explain it. I have recently started on a new medication and I am hoping it makes me feel better. I’ll be out there like Ginger Rogers in no time.

Back to School Musings


It’s getting to be that time of the year where supplies are bought and packed away in backpacks, calendars are filling up with start of school year activities, and the house is abuzz with the excitement of new beginnings.

As a school nurse, I love this time of year! A fresh clean slate, the clinic back into order and decorated for the year, and the excitement of getting to see my students again. I love my job and feel very thankful I get to do what I do.

As a mom, it is always on the bittersweet side. I love watching my kids grow and do new things, but it is also a reminder of the swift passage of time. I’m sending a baby to kindergarten this year. Not just A baby, but THE baby, as in the last one. That’s tough. He is more than ready and I know it, but it is still hard to step into that new phase of life. He will be with someone besides family for nearly 8 hours a day! I have full trust in our school and his teacher but he is my BABY, ya’ know?

On the flip side, I am also sending one of my babies to…. high school. How? I mean seriously, how? I mean, I understand how the passage of time works but how did it actually go so fast these last 14 years? Wasn’t I just getting HIM ready for kindergarten? I met my husband (his dad) in high school. I made memories I still talk about in high school. I met some of the dearest people in my life in high school. And I’m excited for him to do the same, it just seems impossible that we are here already. 4 short years and he will be moving out. I feel that sense of urgency to my core. It’s gone too fast and I don’t imagine it will slow down these next 4 years.

So, yeah, that’s where I am at this back to school time of year. Not to mention that my twins are starting middle school, my middle son is starting 4th grade, and my only little girl will be in 3rd! It’s a year of transitions and excitement here at our house! I’m going to be smiling a lot over the next several months as I watch my kids do what they do. But I have a feeling some tears will be shed as well at the overwhelmingness of life and time. So thankful to be here in this place with this life.

The Great Cross-Section of Humanity

There is a place that does not discriminate. Nearly all will walk through their doors at one point or another in their lives. Young/old, rich/poor, black/white and everything in between! Society, as a whole, comes together here and intermingles. Where is this glorious place I speak of? Why none other than the DMV!


It was the last day of the month and I needed to renew the tags on my car. I knew it was going to be crazy and I had kind of sort of mentally prepared myself for it. I try to consciously be a positive person because if I’m not conscious about it, I tend towards negativity very quickly.  I grabbed my number, 169, and noticed they were on 154. Ok, gonna be here a while! There was barely a seat in the place, but I found one.

As I looked around I saw people from every walk of life and I kind of just took it all in. Sometimes I get this overwhelmingly intense love for humanity that is almost painful. Like, look at all of us here right now living this life and doing our thing. It’s quite beautiful really. I think it is a reason I went into nursing: this intense love of humanity. I see beauty and struggle and strength in each face as they fiddle with their papers and look at their phones and try to get their kids to sit down. We are all just here, right here, right now. It’s the most simple and complex thing in the world.

A young mom came in and was struggling with her 4 little ones. She had a toddler on her back in a carrier, a newborn in an infant carrier on a stroller, and 2 what looked to be preschool age kiddos. By the sounds of them, it must have been about nap time. The toddler was crying, the preschoolers didn’t want to listen, at least the newborn was sleeping peacefully! The women next to me sighed heavily when this mom walked by with all here kids and this upset me. It upset me because I have been there and done that! As she finished her business at the counter and made her way back out the door I made the conscious effort to make eye contact with her and to smile. I am betting she does not get that too often. She smiled back and headed out the door.

My time to renew my tags came and went with little incident and before I knew it, I was on the road back home.  As I drove I reflected on how that little connection of humanity meant a lot to ME. I encourage you to seek out situations like this in your own life. Observe, take it all in, love people, and let them know it. Even in someplace as hated as the DMV.

Less Than, Left Out, & Lonely: The Down Side of Social Media


One of my favorite authors, Lysa Terkeurst, said this at a women’s conference I attended. We need to be mindful of when social media makes us feel less than (‘Sure wish my kids dressed that nicely.’ or ‘My house never looks like that.’), left out (‘Seems like everyone but me is into XYX.’ or ‘Too bad I didn’t get the invite out for coffee.’), or lonely (‘They all look like they are having so much fun and here I am stuck a home!’ or ‘Must be nice to have so many friends.’).

I was just gone at church camp for a few days and I was on a total media blackout: no email, no Facebook, no Twitter, nothing! And it was really, really….NICE! I laughed, I talked, I slept, I played, and my face was not buried in a screen. It felt pretty awesome to be interacting with people and kids from my church and feel like I was really living out the experience. I get home, log onto Facebook and immediately begin feeling terrible. I’m feeling all of the above: less than, left out, lonely. My friends aren’t trying to make me feel that way with their posts (hopefully…) but it is when I let those feeling of inadequacy creep in that the idea burrows itself into my mind.

I’m just as guilty as the next person of maybe, perhaps, portraying my life a little more peachy on social media than it is in reality. I also realize that all of you are reading this post on some type of electronic device. They can be used for good! I keep up with family members more closely, I’m able to shop and save time, I have books/movies/music at my fingertips, and I love finding things that make me laugh. I guess it really is just all about balance. These few days without it all didn’t really leave me wanting for anything. I think I just need to remember how good that felt and act accordingly.

Jonah and the WORM (Part 3 on Jonah)


I’ve got to admit it: I’m in love with the book of Jonah! As my 8 week study on this short little book full of wisdom comes to and end I find myself missing him already. I see so much of myself in Jonah: trying to run form God’s plan for my life, saying I love everyone but not truly meaning it, getting upset when things go well for someone I don’t like, etc. A lot of times when you read a book it ends with a nice little bow. Everything is cleared up, the main character learns his lesson, and they all live happily ever after: the end! Sadly, that is not the way life works. So it makes me glad that the book of Jonah doesn’t end that way either!

So by the end of the book, Jonah has seen God do amazing things. He has saved not only Jonah from a huge storm (literally) and saved the sailors on board (spiritually), but He saw God show kindness and compassion on an entire city that repented of it’s sinful ways. You would think Jonah would be bursting at the seems with love for his God, but you would be wrong. Jonah is pissed! Pissed that God saved these people He said He would destroy. Pissed that he had to come all this way and go through all he went through. So he did what any grown adult would do: he went outside the city limits to pout.

God could have been DONE with Jonah. He could have just cut him off or given him his wish of just being killed. But what did our ever loving and patient God do? He appointed a plant to grow and give Jonah shade. God gives us opportunity after opportunity to get right with Him and see the err of our ways. Jonah enjoys the shade of the plant, but he is also watching Ninevah in hopes that they screw up. So God needs to continue to teach Jonah and mold his heart. So he sends in our little friend the worm! This little worm slithers right over and chews through the stem of the plant causing it to fall over and die.  As you can guess, Jonah did not take that very well!

I love the symbolism of something so tiny being able to ruin our lives if we let it. I think we can all relate to that on some level! God uses this to humble Jonah. Jonah is so mad at God for killing this plant that was giving him shade. God reminds Jonah that the plant was here and gone in a day and that Jonah himself had nothing to do with growing it yet it made him angry to lose it? But Jonah was totes ok with an entire city being destroyed? Ouch, right in the heart! We can be selfish like this at times as well and not even realize it. We think if things are going bad for us personally then it is just the worst thing in the entire world and we tend to forget the suffering of others. Not that it is some kind of sick contest, but just to remember that we are not the only people here and the only people hurting.

What can we take from this? What can we take from an entire book about a man of God who never really gets it time after time?

*God has infinite love and patience for us

*God gives us plenty of time to find our way to Him

*We should never be so confident as to think that because we are Christians that we know it all and are always right

*God uses our missteps to bring us as well as others to Him

*Our theology can be right on, but that doesn’t mean our heart is in the right place

I am SO glad I got the chance to study the book of Jonah. I had no idea there was so much crammed into those four little chapters and that is is so much more than just a story about a whale!