Fifty-two Weeks of Wisdom

The Wisdom of Waiting Well

I want to be able to look back on this season, which is going on much longer than I had hoped, and know that I trusted God’s provision and timing, rather than griping about it.


Why Do We Sing? A Reflection on Psalm 105:1-3

Last Sunday, I preached at my church in Seattle. My sermon was part of┬áthe series, “Why We Do What We Do,” in which we’ve been going through every component of our worship service in an effort to gain deeper awareness of the significance of each part. We’ve been exploring why we pray, why we listen… Continue reading Why Do We Sing? A Reflection on Psalm 105:1-3

Fifty-two Weeks of Wisdom

A Wise Person Knows When to Shut Up

Pray O Lord, Open my eyes to see where you would lead me. Awaken my ears that I would hear your voice guiding me. Inspire my mind that I may comprehend your love for me. Soften my heart that I would offer grace to those I meet. Watch my feet that I would tread upon… Continue reading A Wise Person Knows When to Shut Up

Fifty-two Weeks of Wisdom · prayer

“Let’s Pray Now”

“Let’s pray now.” These three little one-syllable words said together in that order are three of the most powerful words in the English language. “I’ll pray for you” has a lot of potential, but we all know how empty those words often are. We mean to pray later, of course. But I wonder how many people actually follow through on such promises.

“Let’s pray now.” Yes, it takes courage. A willingness to “go there” in front of a perfect stranger, facing the risk of praying clumsily or making others feel uncomfortable. But let me tell you this: I have never had someone say, “No thanks.” There is tremendous encouragement bestowed when someone hears us praying for them.

Humanity · Meditations

Wisdom for a Week Like This

What a week it’s been.

Alton Sterling.

Philando Castile.


My kids and I traveled from Seattle to North Carolina on Wednesday, then on to Virginia on Thursday. I was largely out of pocket. But in the past two days, in between seeing friends and family and monitoring my kids as they play in my parents’ swimming pool, I’ve been reading and thinking and hurting and crying and praying. Not again. It’s happened too many times already. And because of the travel and the time change and the headlines, I’m so tired. And I’m a white woman.

Imagine how tired my black brothers and sisters are.

In the wake of these events, I’ve seen some really foolish things online. But I’ve also seen some really, really wise things. I thought I would share a few thoughts I’ve had as I’ve read, prayed, and processed.