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The Unforced Rhythms of Grace
If you’re following along, you might know about Sacred Saturdays. They evolved from my husband’s and my need to hold time aside just for us. The time that has worked best is Saturday mornings. The name came later as we realized just what this time means to us and what it has contributed to our relationship. “Sacred” in the name does not mean that we do something specifically related to God every time, although we sometimes do. It means that this time is a priority and it’s special. I explain how it came about and what we do on these mornings in the original story. We’ve been doing Sacred Saturdays…
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Dancing Through Life: Love, Theology, and Togetherness
Most people know my husband as a Champion Race Car Driver. But he has also served as a Corporate Chaplain. To serve his colleagues better, he took a course, Introduction to Theology, at Trinity Divinity School. We were both very excited about it. He texted me the day he started reading his textbook. He said “My mind is bending. I’ve read 16 words so far that I never heard before.” Then on his first day of class, he texted “Everyone should study Theology!” The day he took his mid-term exam, I knew I would hear about his grade on his first break. I did. Here’s the message: When he…
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Racing and Life: The Wall’s Teachings
Drag racing is dangerous. My husband, Bobby, is a professional funny car driver. Over the years, I’ve seen many racecars crash. As much as I love this sport, it can tear your heart out to lose beloved friends to it. The two most common safety issues in our sport are cars catching fire and cars hitting the wall. Often, these incidents occur simultaneously. Bobby has been on fire three times. I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more just to…never see that again. OK, if you didn’t get that joke, you’re too young. Or I’m too old. Haha! Jokes aside, it’s horrifying to watch the most precious…
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How To Show Appreciation To the Love of Your Life
Growing up, my family had the best tradition at Thanksgiving. Gathered around the table, we would each take our turn and share what we were most thankful for that year. My brother was always funny, as he’d take the opportunity to poke fun at everyone for things that happened throughout the year. But then, right at the end, he’d hit us with the sentimental zinger that always made me and Mom cry. Dad and Mom always said they were thankful for the same thing every year: Family. I don’t remember what I said, but I recall how those words of appreciation reminded us that were weren’t just four people existing…
