About Me

"It's simple," they say, "and you too have come into the world to do this, 

to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine."

Mary Oliver When I Am Among the Trees

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I never know what to write in these descriptions. How to summarize an identity, a life, which is constantly changing and growing as one learns more about one's self and everything else in the world in one succinct paragraph? Not happening. But here goes.

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Woman. Wife. Mother. Daughter. Lover of dance. Writer. Justice-seeker. Learner. Recovering perfectionist who still has a hard time letting things go. Wannabe yogi. Lover of high tea (scones + lemon curd + real conversation!). Person of faith (most days). Doubter (also most days). A believer in shalom and wholeness for all the world. Participant in the creative work of love God invites us into.

 

True confession #1: I love the idea of grace. But grace is still mind boggling to me. I truly do not understand it. And still don't know how to fully embrace it. And yet, I'm convinced it is the key. The key to unlocking joy, love, forgiveness, peace, the universe, you name it.

 

True confession #2: Often I see the glass half empty first. The things needing to be fixed. The work left undone. All the things wrong in the world - specifically, my world. Which is something I've never liked about myself. And yet, it is also, weirdly the fuel, that keeps me going while my eyes readjust to see all the good. And, I think it has something to do why I am so relentless,* I mean, persistent.

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Also, I'm a pastor. Who wants to help the church be better. Better to one another. Better to their community. Better to the world. And I hope I can spark my church's imagination for what that can be.

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Finally, becoming a mother changed my life. Of course it did - for all the reasons you are thinking. It's very cliche,  I know. And yet, there's nothing that brings me more joy, more heartache, more delight, more need of naps, or has expanded my capacity to love and truly be alive while enduring sleep deprivation and the opposite of solitary confinement which I have yet to find the right name for but is something like perpetual togetherness. Yep, there's nothing like motherhood for all those things.

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To be continued...

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*May or may not be a direct quote from my husband.

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