Seattle Marathon, November 2017 I look up and see Mile 20 taped to the side of the sky blue outhouse. My legs burn from hours on the hard pavement, and my lungs expand long enough to inhale frigid air. The rainbow disappears and the predicted storm blows the side of my face. My fingers turn… Continue reading Embracing the Awful and Awesome on Our Marathon Roads
I sank down on my in-laws’ bathroom floor. Disbelief. Shock. Laughter mixed with tears. The white, six-inch stick I held in my right hand bore a little pink line. My youngest was turning eight in a few days. My oldest was already in double digits. Matt and I were nearly halfway done with our in-home… Continue reading When Gracie Entered Our Lives…The Best Surprise
It's a funny thing when our selfish hopes get turned upside down and the multi-faceted glimmer of renewed perspective is revealed. We settled into row 27 on the Boeing 737 headed from Seattle to Washington D.C. I gambled with seat selection and the hopes that no one would willingly choose to sit in the middle… Continue reading Row 27’s Window Seat: When Selfish Hopes Turn Upside Down
When I try to take the paintbrush from Him to paint, the canvas blurs...I must hand the paintbrush back, relinquish, release, trust.