(My husband and son, enjoying our church’s Palm Sunday worship.) I missed Palm Sunday this year. I wasn’t at church on Palm Sunday for I what I truly think was the first time ever. From my days of little girl jelly shoes to high school years in the church’s youth group trailer (yeah, we kept it classy) to college … More On Missing Palm Sunday
I’m a generally happy person. The only ministry job I’ve ever resigned from was hospice chaplain. I love end-of-life care, but nine hours of hospice a day almost did me in. I used to come home and cry for hours. Daryl would talk about a difficult test he took at school, and I’d respond, “Really? … More Sitting in the Sad
At our birth conference a couple of weeks ago, our midwife* asked Daryl if he wanted to help catch the baby when it’s born. His face went white. “Well, I… I mean… I would love to… It’d be really amazing, but what if… what if I…” “Drop it?” she asked. “Um, yeah,” he said, sheepishly. “I’m not … More Our Helper
Lent always feels odd to me now that I live in California. Lent feels more Lent-y when there’s snow on the ground and a chill in the air. When everyone is desperate for a warm beam of sun and the promise of spring. When I’ve put a toddler into a snowsuit for the 4,872nd time … More Open to the Sun
Teach us to care and not to care. … More On Lent & Bodies
Courtney Ellis 