From an article originally posted February 24, 3013…
This past Thursday we loaded up our gang and headed to the World Arena to the Worship Roadshow. We had learned that Jason’s college roommate was opening for the concert. Friends of ours had reserved a box. We enjoyed food, good music, and great fellowship. The kids were safe to play, enjoy, and be introduced to all kinds of music.
This week for the Mundane Faithfulness Podcast, Jill and I sit down with Ali to discuss Chapters 6 & 7 of Jill and Kara’s book, Just Show Up. Friends, there were lots of tears (and laughter!) in the studio and so much wisdom shared (by Ali and Jill!) about insecurities when just showing up for others. Most of the questions we field about what just showing up looks like involve insecurity of some description. We hope this helps sort out some of your questions and encourages you.
From an article originally posted February 14, 2013…
Friends, I cannot thank you enough for giving me the space to have a bad day. You give me the freedom to share my weary. Jill Briscoe once said Christians have such a hard time when they aren’t happy. In her talk, she challenged me to choose a new mood and see what God has to teach me in that place.
Not quite a year ago, several of us gals gathered at Kara’s house for fellowship over brunch and coffee. I had Von and Ann with me, as usual, and I was doing that familiar dance of trying to drink a cup of coffee and carry on adult conversation while a 1- and a 2-year old hung off me, clinging to me and asking for more strawberries and basically demanding my undivided attention.
At some point, I abruptly realized that the babies weren’t clamoring for me anymore—I looked up to see them eating strawberries with Heather’s assistance. She was oohing and aahing over them, making sure their needs were cared for. She was engaging them, asking questions, and striving to make them feel safe talking to her.
From an article originally posted February 10, 2013…
After a beautifully normal night of bath time, dinner with new friends, and bedtime, I zonked out really quickly. But two hours later I’m awake struggling with the statistics given to me from the radiologist. I’m not a numbers girl, I’m a right brained, emotional, relational, in-the-moment thinker. I don’t stew, over-analyze, consume, obsess, or worry all that often. This is new, ugly territory for me.
