Last month the famous editor of Cosmopolitan, Helen Gurley Brown, passed away. She was a pioneer of sorts in the feminist movement of the 1960’s and 1970’s. During that time, I was an impressionable young preteen with a fascination for fashion magazines, intent on studying my budding womanhood and looking for role models anywhere I could find them. Don’t get me wrong here – my mother was a wonderful role model for me, and the older I get the more I’m grateful for her and appreciate who she was and what she gave me. She not only was a Continue Reading
July 13, 2012 By
Tearing Down the Walls, Weeping to the Hymns, and Singing in the Rain
This week some walls came-a-tumblin’ down. Inside the sanctuary of my church, we began a three day tear down—after 30 years of non-stop use, our church home is being remodeled, reworked, and being called The Restoration Project. A few hundred of us showed up with tools, axes, gloves and elbow grease, and the demolition began. Crowbars creaked planks apart, axes were wielded with aplomb, and lighting fixtures came down; the people of my church earnestly tackled the demolition just as earnestly as they have tackled missions trips and singing with Continue Reading
July 6, 2012 By
Perseverance – My Saturday Morning Devotion from Exodus 2012
I have always thought the end of a conference was one of the hardest times to navigate: we’ve been in a cocoon-like world, a back-to-the-womb time. We expressed, received and gave. Then the inevitable happened: we came down from the mountain to face a huge paradigm shift and a series of ups and downs. (Mine included delayed flights, stuffy airplanes, and chocolate binges). But reality tends to check us at the door of home sweet home. The things we sought to understand in the insulated safety of that mountain now present themselves squarely Continue Reading
June 11, 2012 By
A Slight Case of Writer’s Blog(ck)
Some of you have probably noticed I haven’t posted in awhile. I’ve had every intention of whipping out my inspiration and astounding you all with my brilliance and insight. But my right brain would have none of it. Can anyone relate to this? The pent up emotion, the sadness, the joy—the exasperation! The brain-freeze. The sudden urge for chocolate. It's a Jumble Out There I may be, like many of you, suffering from information overload. I have Face Book, I get text messages. Internet and cable news outlets beckon me to read the latest Continue Reading
May 16, 2012 By
His Emotional Ambivalence, Squared
One of the things that I find comes up in coversations with wives over and over again is the issue of a husband's ambivalence towards his recovery. On the one hand they seem to say, "Yes, I'm sorry for what I've done, and I don't like the consequences of it." and on the other side, their actions (or lack thereof) seem to say, "But I don't want to give it up--it feels too good, it's become too important to me". The wife finds herself in an excruciating state of frustration. While he seems to be giving lip-service to what he knows to be right, Continue Reading
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