Transformation is Far from Instant

Have you heard of The Mudroom? It's a collaborative blog that I'm posting on today. Here's a bit of what The Mudroom about,

Our vision is simple: make room for people.

Sometimes we feel like there’s no room at the table, or we don’t belong at the table, but what if we sidestep the table entirely and just meet in the mudroom? Sometimes the formality of the table can be intimidating and we find ourselves wishing we were under the table.

Sometimes we need the smaller space, the comforting place, with the people who will shove the cast off sweatshirts and baseball gloves and skateboards out of the way and slide to the floor with us. What if we just didn’t go in, and stayed in the mudroom instead?

Welcome to the mudroom. It might be a mess, but that’s what it’s there for.

Isn't that great? The world certainly needs more visions and attitudes like that. I'm honored to have my words there today.

Here's how the post begins...

It’s a parn that’s been there since the beginning, but it’s taken me most of my adult life to see it. 

I am an achievement-oriented person. I love to check things off lists and accomplish goals. In a society like the United States, it’s a pretty common way of interacting with the world. It is no surprise that I, and many others, have brought that way of thinking into the way we read the Bible.

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!” – 2 Corinthians 5:17

Hooray! We accept Christ and get to check so many things off our lists all at once. Get rid of bad habits—check. Let go of insecurities—check. Find freedom from pain—check. Receive a new life—check. We breathe deeply this hope of the Gospel, and sigh in rich satisfaction at the thought of a different future. We anticipate a path without the struggle we have pushed our way through to get to this fresh air.

It doesn’t take long before we are disappointed. It turns out that though belief can happen in a moment,the emergence of a new life is far from instant. 

And so, we wonder . . . have we failed? Did we not do something we were supposed to do in order to receive what has been promised to us?...

Read more of Accepting the Process over at The Mudroom.

Seeds and Hydrangeas, a Guest Post

Today I have the honor of guest posting over at my friend Claire's blog, Single Christian Girls. If you fall into any of those three categories, or even you don't, you should totally follow her. She is hilarious. 

Not trying to compete with her humor, I kept my usual more serious tone, but hopefully on a topic that would feel applicable to her readers, as I hope it will to you.

It's a bit of a continuation of what I posted earlier this week about growing leaves. You can tell it's what I've been thinking about lately.

Here's an excerpt,

The early chapters of Genesis have gotten trapped in scientific arguments and children’s stories. It’s not often the place we turn when looking for some inspirational Bible reading. Yet, the poetry and images contained within these earliest chapters paint some stunning portraits of God and humanity, if we have the eyes to see them.

One of my favorites comes in Genesis 1:11,

“Then God said, “Let the earth sprout vegetation, plants yielding seed, and fruit trees on the earth bearing fruit after their kind with seed in them”; and it was so.”

How easy it is to jump to what God created, without pausing to notice how God created. Both the product and the process reveal things about the Lord’s character...

On Bossiness, Passion, and Fire

In school, I was always the one to take control during group projects.  

I am still a leader, but I have changed. Lately, I have been questioning whether some of the changes I thought were for the better may actually have been for the worse.


I am honored to be writing about that for Prodigal Magazine today. Here's an excerpt.


When I was in fourth grade, I kicked my friend out of my house.


She dared to ask to play a different game than the one I suggested. So, I yelled at her. I screamed in her face that it was my house, and if she didn’t want to play my game my way, she should just go home. She thought I was joking. I wasn’t. I persisted in my shouting until she finally did walk out the door. (She was a neighbor, so it wasn’t a big deal, besides being incredibly rude.)


As a child, I was called names like “bossy” and “know-it-all.” Those insults were based in truth.


- Read more of Putting a Lid on My Fire on Prodigal Magazine