Who Are You

I got in the car Wednesday and the song “Who Are You” by the Who was on the radio. Normally, that wouldn’t be a big deal. Turns out, that day it was the soundtrack for my existential crisis. I burst into tears. As you may have read earlier (here and here) I have been searching…

The Speed of Trust

A sermon preached at Southminster Presbyterian Church Sept 14, 2014 Exodus 14:19-31 I’m sure there are many interesting parts of this story, but I confess I had a hard time focusing on anything after this sentence: “The angel of God who was going before the Israelite army moved and went behind them; and the pillar…

Advice

We just packed up the car and moved our son into his college dorm room. It went better than any of us probably expected. (Translation–I did not weep, wail, or cause a scene at any point, traumatized by my sweet little baby moving out of my daily life and home). Is our house way too…

Sabbath

Our church changed our monthly worship ‘rhythm’ this summer. Once a month, we worship Saturday at 5 pm and then take Sunday as an intentional day of sabbath rest. On the Sunday when we don’t worship, people are invited to be intentional about how they spend their “day off”. It is not another day to…

Resemblance

Still no update on any news from my birth family. (You can read the earlier story about it here.)Not too surprised, I guess. If she hadn’t decided to find me in 45 years, what’s a few weeks? I’ll play the long game on this. And, in general, I’m doing okay with this waiting game. I…

Drawing Out Life

A sermon preached at Southminster Presbyterian Church in Boise, Idaho Aug 24, 2014 Exodus 1:8–2:10 Romans 12:1-8 I wonder if Pharaoh ever had second thoughts about killing the Hebrew peoples’ boy babies instead of their girl babies. Because if you read this story, the men aren’t much of a problem to Pharaoh. They are slaves.…

Power of a Name

Washington State opened their sealed records on July 1 and I sent away for my original birth certificate. I received my original birth certificate last week. I now know my birth mother’s name. I wouldn’t have thought just a name on a piece of paper, disconnected from any knowledge about her, would be so powerful.…