Skip to main content


one thousand.  that can be plenty of something, depending on what it is. then add eight more hundred to it. plenty, right?  especially when they are blog posts. 

yep, this is my 1,800th post here at this same corner of the internet. 

that seems like a pretty formidable number. in fact, it's hard for me to believe that i've written that much. but i have. and while i am proud that i've been able to stay consistent and write that much, i'm even happier that my outlook on the whole thing has matured as well. i used to check my stats and count something called "page views," whatever that means. but not anymore. i truly don't worry about it. i'm no longer concerned with who is or is not reading; i am writing because i love to write.  and i feel as though i've only just begun to scratch the surface of what my soul is begging to say. or maybe that isn't the best way to put it. perhaps what i mean is that i desperately need to keep saying what i've already been saying: like some cosmic echo i'm meant to keep alive. i've written for laughs and for tears, out of boredom and from the sweaty depths of my soul, but in one very real (at least to me) sense, i've simply been singing the same refrain in 1,800 different ways. it is a flame - an ember even - that i feel compelled (called?) to keep alive, nursing and nurturing its light and warmth. and so i shall. i will keep this fire burning; i will keep rearranging these 26 letters to try and coax life and warmth and hope and joy from them. abundantly. 

if you are here, then you've been a part of the journey, even if only for a visit. and for that i thank you. i hope you've found something of value here, and i welcome you to come back anytime. i'll still be here, blowing on these embers, as i have been called to do. peace to you. 


Emoly said…
That is a tremendous achievement. Congratulations!

Thank you for sharing your thoughts and being vulnerable. Your words have supported me in more ways and more times than you will ever know!

I also enjoy keeping up with your family and watching the beauty of creativity emanate from your house. It is pure joy.
Crafty P said…
really cool. I appreciate and am thankful for your little internet space.
1,800 is a HUGE number. I've def come a long way too and don't check those stats anymore... but I also don't blog as much anymore either.

thanks for stopping by "my place" as well.
thanks to both of you! i appreciate your kindness and longstanding friendships above all. love to you.
pete said…
Incredible. It's time to collect the Best Of and self publish a book!
thanks, Pete. i'm afraid the target audience for such a book consists of about 7 or 8 people, most of which i'm related to. still, i appreciate the affirmation. much love to you and yours.

Popular posts from this blog


i made these comments and prayed the following prayer at one of our worship services at SPWF yesterday, and had a few folks asked if i would post them, so there they are: 
It has been a season of terrible tragedy.  And I have noticed in the news a trending phrase: thoughts and prayers.  It even has its own hashtag on twitter and other social media, but net necessarily in a good way.  People are understandably tired of hearing about others’ thoughts and prayers, when that is only a thinly-veiled way of saying that our only obligation to those who suffer is a brief moment of silence, or nothing more than a tweet or public statement.  The truth is that, for those of us who follow Jesus, much is required when our neighbors suffer.  We are called to do justice where we can, to love kindness and mercy, and to walk with God through it all.  But let us be careful not to throw out the proverbial baby with the bathwater.  We are, as people of faith, those who know that prayer is not simply an em…

a divided tree

there is a tree in my back yard.  i'm pretty sure it's an oak tree.  at least that's what i think Shannon told me.  i don't know my oaks from my maples, my elms from my locusts.  to me, it's a tree: a corinthian column bursting up into life and glory.  full of sap and pulp and rings and bugs and cells pulsing with water and always reaching for something.  it is full of rhythm, reach and flourish then fall and die, and repeat. 

this particular tree, though, isn't of one mind. 

half of it's rusted orange leaves have given up their grip and surrendered -gracefully or not - to the pull of gravity and the threat of winter.  the north side of this inauspicious oak is just about bare naked, all sticks and straight lines, a skeleton of itself.  but the side that looks south is stubbornly resisting change.  no longer green, the leaves have compromised their summer vibrancy, but they are clearly not ready to concede death just yet. 

i feel like i can relate to this …

thankful right now

"if the only prayer you ever say in your life is 'thank you,' it will be enough." -Meister Eckhart

"thanksgiving is inseparable from prayer." -John Wesley

i've been thinking about gratitude quite a bit this week, and how to foster a thankful spirit in the midst of the barrage of bad news that for me is punctuated by yet another "breaking news" notification on my phone, interrupting the busyness of my day to rudely remind me that the world's brokenness knows nothing of limits or boundaries, not to mention my schedule or sanity.  still, the bad news keeps coming. 

i just scrolled through my most recent notifications just from the last few days and they contain phrases like "crimes against humanity," "57 million users hacked, but not reported," "alleged pattern of sexual abuse," and "extremely disturbing," just to name a few.  how am i supposed to be present at a staff meeting when my phone is buzzing …