My Sis and I erupted in laughter when we saw the quote on the front of a sweatshirt: “You might be Lutheran if you feel guilty over not feeling guilty.” We’re both grateful for our Lutheran upbringing. Our laughter wasn’t mean-spirited. It was more like the self-deprecating humor people share
I stood there, streams of sadness and frustration flooded my heart and showed in my actions as I allowed lies to take hostage of my soul. The sudden emotions of not feeling “good enough” crippled me and shut me down. I allowed my mood, thoughts, and destructive words to push
I’m so over competing with other women. Or, am I? In grade school, it was competing for “teacher’s pet” so I could lead the line. In middle school, it was competing for a “BFF” because you had to have one to be anyone notable in a “Slam Book.” (Yes, I’m
Have you ever loved someone who behaved as though they didn’t love themselves? It hurts. I remember when our kids went through their angsty teens. My heart pinched every time I saw evidence that they believed the lie that they were less than who God said they were. Lately, God
At one of my first jobs after college, I was an art director for an Indianapolis ad agency. I worked with some really talented and intelligent people. I reveled in the discussions about advertising and design, laughed at the witty, irreverent conversations, and drooled over boards of Pantone color chips.
Drat! I did it again. The green-eyed monster reared its ugly head as I scrolled past her social media post. Once again it felt like someone achieved something I had not and jealousy welled up in my heart, even if just for a moment. As fast as I scrolled past
A year and a half. That’s how long it took before any of us asked the question, “By the way, what church do you attend?” The question seemed almost as inconsequential as the answer. It wasn’t that the answer wasn’t important. On the contrary, we all cared deeply about each
A couple of years ago, I was feeling really sorry for myself. Out of nowhere, a fluke accident caused me to tear my biceps tendon—snap! Big ouch. A couple of weeks of pain and a sling, followed by surgery, followed by eight weeks of immobilization in a stiff brace. As
Several years ago, my life changed drastically. Within a matter of days, things came to light that made me realize that not only was my marriage over, but I was about to lose my home, and everything else I’d worked for my entire life. It didn’t happen in the dark,
My heart shattered. The words I heard shocked me and rocked me. How can this be? Why is she saying these things to me? I love her. I thought she loved me. When the assault was complete, and I tried to explain, it was too late. Our friendship was dead.
What is sisterhood? It’s not a club or sorority, but a special kind of soul connection—I can call you sister because you call Him Father.