All posts filed under: Rocking Ordinary

For the Holiday You’re Running From

I run hard two miles early every other morning, my black shoes slapping the pavement with intensity. I run hard. Hard enough to soak my shirt. Hard enough tear ligaments from my joints. Hard enough to shatter bones in my feet . . . twice. I can’t run hard enough or fast enough. “When was the last time you talked to him?” my husband innocently asked about the person wounding my soul. The soul scab ripped open, and I dashed down the street, breaking my own speed record the mile home, breaking into a sweat only when I burrowed into my closet under my blanket, patting away the sweat but unable to stop the internal bleeding. I could not run from the reality full of pain. He doesn’t love me. Did he ever love me? The questions I cried out to God twenty years ago, two decades past when first abandoned and disowned, the same came back with greater intensity than before. Why again? Can there be no trust, no protection, no reconciliation? Am I just a …

Recovering from Abuse . . . at Home and at Church

My friend Mary DeMuth has taught me 95% of what I know about writing and publishing and surviving writing and publishing. God graciously brought us together on one bad day and turned it into a beautiful friendship. And there were chips and salsa involved. Mary invited me to join her on the ReStory podcast. And though we couldn’t record it at our favorite chips-and-salsa hangout, we do give you a glimpse of what kind of conversations we share together. But this was a hard, hard conversation. Because I’m letting you eavesdrop today on painful parts of my past: how I came to realize I was raised abused how I came to redefine my relationship with God after legalism how my husband provided a critical ministry of healing in my life how I grew to love and forgive those who hurt me most I hope you’ll listen. And then I hope you’ll share some of your story with me. Send me an email or leave me a comment below if I can pray with you as you …

Being Real . . . with Kristi Clover

Sometimes you meet facebook friends and become . . . fast friends. Like, the kind if you bumped into them in real life, you’d not only recognize them, but you’d just pick up your last conversation naturally. Kristi Clover is that friend to me. So when she asked me if I’d like to get real on her “Simply Joyful Podcast” show, I jumped at the chance. An hour of fun with a friend? Who doesn’t need that! We talked about what God is doing in our lives — and in yours — right now. We talked about why our culture is sapping our joy, and how we can reclaim it today! And we laughed. A LOT. Please come join our conversation, and just subscribe to her podcast while you’re at it!

Mom Guilt vs Life Manifesto: Which Wins?

How often do you wrestle with Mommy Guilt? A friend of mine asked that on facebook recently, and the question made me gasp. Because for one, she’s a new mom and she has literally dozens of years of Mommy Guilt ahead of her, poor thing. And because for another, I’ve been mired in it myself quite thickly for the past several months. Me who literally wrote the book on Rocking Ordinary. Do you suffer from Mommy Guilt? I see those hands, those wiped tears, those groans. Of course, you do. We all do regularly (daily?). We brought it home from the hospital, packed in between the formula samples and newborn-sized diapers. One box of ready-to-reproduce-rapidly Mommy Guilt, with a side of stress eating. God didn’t give us that package. It comes from someone else. God gave us tremendous influence, untold impact when He ordained we would rear the next generation. There’s seriously no greater power than molding and shaping little people into adulthood. This sacred task is so powerful that it draws us into spiritual …

20 Lessons from 20 Years of Marriage

It’s hard to believe, but it’s true. I’m old. I must be because this past year, my husband and I celebrated our twentieth anniversary. That is just weird. Until now, I thought only old people were married over two decades. Obviously, I was wrong. Ever since my epic essay on marital fighting in Rocking Ordinary, I’ve been getting a lot of private messages about marriage. My husband and I are the most unlikely marital experts; when we eloped from Bible college (he an under-documented immigrant and me with $20 cash and two suitcases of laundry was all we owned). No one would have bet on our lasting a year. And I’m going to tell you the truth, I didn’t have high hopes for us, either.  But God’s grace was far greater than either of us ever imagined. We stumbled and floundered and fought our way to our first anniversary, at which point David declared a fresh start to our marriage. That night, during a candlelight dinner of pan-fried steaks, he optimistically and convincingly laid out a bold, new vision …