Drowning in a Sea of Perspective

People worship celebrities,  rock stars and multi-millionaires. But this raw piece of life haunted me in a way that is forever imprinted on my soul. Truly, I will never be the same. Springing out of the bed one rainy Seattle Christmas day,  I drove to Starbucks to buy some lattes for my husband and me….

FaKebook Envy: Welcome to Perfectville

You scroll aimlessly down your screen, peering into the lives of your “friends.” You’ve shared laughter, tears, and life’s deepest fears with many of your closest companions. Others you know more casually. A third layer of “friends” you wouldn’t recognize if they showed up at your door. But that’s okay because they have you “hidden” on their…

The Heart of a Wanderer

 The glorious green grass on the other side of the fence is usually Astroturf. Yet our hearts long for the lush pastures over yonder. A lamb in a book I’m reading frequently wandered to where she believed the sunrays of heaven kissed the tender young grass. Her own shepherd’s picturesque landscape contained the purest, most…

Basking in the Loveliness of Gratitude or the Sea of Self-Pity?

Has the remote of your soul ever been stuck on the self-pity channel? Mine has. Seattle sun shimmers like a jewel in my grandmother’s jewelry box. The fingerprints of God saturates the glorious Northwest landscape, as Mount Rainier stands tall. She bows in the symphony of splendor as the trees march up her sides into the blue…

Then a Tear Kissed My Pillow

Last night, I sat in my hello kitty sweats and surfed Fakebook (that’s not a typo). The TV news played in the background. “Friends” on the social media site posted pictures and stories and funnies, and I scrolled down to peer into their lives. Then the TV screen caught my eye. The faces of Syrian children, parents, grandmothers…

Welcome to My Pity Party: Envy, Gratitude and Life

The other day I had a pity party for myself. Sorry I forgot to invite you. I’m on an injectable medication that costs $1800 a month. The medication works well, and has given me my life back. Years ago, I ran 6 miles a day, and swam competitively. Then a rheumatologist diagnosed me with ankylosing…

Reflections on Gratitude: Letters of Thanks to God

Years ago, I began a tradition of writing a thank you letter to God. Each November I sat with pen in hand, silently reflecting in solitude on the gracious gifts God bestowed on me. If you could have looked into the window of my soul at the time, I possessed few belongings. I left my abusive…

Reflections on Gratitude: Letters of Thanks to God

Years ago, I began a tradition of writing a thank you letter to God.  Each November I sat with pen in hand, silently reflecting in solitude on the gracious gifts God bestowed on me. If you could have looked into the windows of my life at the time, I possessed few belongings.  I left my…

Reflections on Gratitude: Letters of thanks to God

Years ago, I began a tradition of writing a thank you letter to God.  Each November I sat with pen in hand, silently reflecting in solitude on the gracious gifts God bestowed on me. If you could have looked into the windows of my life at the time, I possessed few belongings.  I left my abusive…