it’s just what we do

I used those exact words last week to describe the way my little hometown rallied around the Smit family. Amy actually wrote a post tonight describing the flood of support she received from the community because today, we find ourselves under water. Literally.

And again, our little hometown came together in support of those who needed it. I had no idea how aggressively the water was rising. I mean, I was acutely aware that I left a balmy Florida morning to return to a 46 degree driving rainstorm that lasted from early afternoon and through the night, but I didn’t realize we were that close to flood conditions. Then, this morning, the school closed after an initial two-hour delay and I was like, ‘whoa, it must be bad. i’m sure no one wants to add more days to the end of this already extended school year!’ Continue reading

wordless wednesday

[101.365] so long, my friend

[101.365] so long, my friend

Just like last Thursday, the rain is pouring down. As frustrating as the rain can be, it can also signal re-birth and growth (although I’m none too thrilled about having left a perfectly beautiful day in Florida to see it). Our band gathered for the first time tonight after losing our friend and just like the last time we sang, I could still hear his voice and like the rain, the sound was peaceful and refreshing. Thanks for blessing us tonight with your presence, Paul.

death on a tree

It’s just after the end of a Good Friday. More than some in the past, I feel like the timing was perfect. Many of us needed it; the reminder of who Jesus was, all that He stood for and what he did … for ALL of us. I think today’s message is very simple. And very clear.

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21 To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you, leaving you an example, that you should follow in his steps.

22 “He committed no sin, and no deceit was found in his mouth.”

23 When they hurled their insults at him, he did not retaliate; when he suffered, he made no threats. Instead, he entrusted himself to him who judges justly. 24 “He himself bore our sins” in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; “by his wounds you have been healed.”  – 1 Peter 2:21-24

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holding hands

I’ve spent a good amount of time thinking about the very simple act of holding hands this week. It is really quite beautiful. Maybe its beauty lies in its simplicity?

Anyway, I love to hold hands. I always have. When you think about how much you do with your hands on a daily basis, it seems … well … very utilitarian and almost, lonely. We eat. We drive. We work. But, that moment when you reach out and grab on to someone’s hand, you’re connected. Continue reading

looking for joy

On the advice of a fellow blogger, I’m going to write down a list of ten things I’m grateful for … because today, I need to. This certainly isn’t exhaustive and I jotted them down quickly as a reminder that there really is so, so much.

Hearing my boy’s sweet voice.

Soul Revival dark roast coffee courtesy of WSCJ

Agreeing, within seconds, on the place we’re going to put our Christmas tree this year. This seriously made my week last week.

Pictures with two great families in one weekend.

Dinner parties with friends and a new game, Apples to Apples.

Trying new foods with Connor … and him actually liking them.

A Celiac diagnosis at age six vs. age fiteen.

A good workout.

This beautiful weather.

Listening to someone like Lee Strobel, a former atheist and author, share his amazing journey to Christianity at a local church.