A Spiritual Journey Through Creativity
The younger kids in the youth group were 2 or 3 years old when I started working at North. So, most of the youth group don’t have a lot of memories of church without me somewhere in them. Don’t get me wrong – I am not under any illusion that North won’t be North without… Continue reading Teach
At the start of my sabbatical last fall I had a plan. (Of course, I had a plan!) I would spend the first month decompressing. The second month would be for reflection. Finally, in that third month I would make some decisions. By the end of my sabbatical I wanted to know these things: -… Continue reading Leaving
Being a youth minister for the past thirteen years, I’ve done a lot of high ropes courses. I’ve watched young people overcome their fears and achieve goals they never thought they’d reach. There’s just something about a high ropes course that brings out the cheerleader in me – well, it doesn’t take much to bring… Continue reading Edge
When I met with my therapist yesterday we talked a little bit about my dreams. After sharing a few with her, I realized that perhaps my dream life was a bit unusual, maybe more active than most? I don’t know. You tell me… I remember a lot of my dreams – many times because they… Continue reading Dreams
Up until the past year or so, I would have described all of my quilts so far as modern or improv. Sometimes I would follow a pattern, but many times I’d create something as I went. Part of the reason for this is that I wasn’t very good at following instructions – or at least… Continue reading Dutchman’s Puzzle
Do you ever look out the window in amazement at the trees, wondering how they know to grow and become? I do. Do you ever look in awe at the various shades of green that encompass your backyard, grateful for many hues? I do. Do you ever get the urge to look up and then… Continue reading Earth
I’ve been busy lately. Not in a bad way – I enjoy (almost) everything I do. However, my schedule has been full. Last week when I met with my therapist, I noticed I did a lot of talking about what I’m doing but not how I’m doing. I noticed that I was a little disconnected… Continue reading Gaps
Jan Richardson’s blessings for Holy Week and Easter on are really speaking to me. I read one and immediately come across a stanza or two that I have to write in my journal to save for later. She’s given me a lot to ponder over the last few days. Here’s a bit from the one… Continue reading Living
Thursday evening during the Holy Thursday service we sang Come, Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy. This line stood out to me: “Come ye weary, heavy laden, lost and ruined by the fall; if you tarry till you’re better, you will never come at all.” Jesus didn’t spend time with those who had it all together… Continue reading Resurrection
Written yesterday afternoon (April 14) Today I gave myself permission to quit. I don’t often quit things. I usually see it (whatever “it” may be) through to the end. Most of the time that works well for me, but sometimes it does not. Sometimes I follow through just because I think I have to, because… Continue reading Permission
Anne Brock 