Hi. I’m amy. And I am a complicated person. As I’ve told my friends for years, “It’s not easy being me.” I am high maintenance. Not like The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, but like that statue- The Thinker. Just ask my hair stylist- I drive her crazy. She gives me these gorgeous haircuts and highlights and I wear ponytails and baseball caps. Or...
“Did I look like this before?” Hoping for a better angle, I titled my head sideways as I stopped in front of the long mirror near our bedroom closet. I stared at my legs and wondered, “Did these exercise pants make my legs look like tree trunks last year or have I packed on some winter weight?” I dismissed the question quickly, pretty sure I knew...
I’ve been riding a mountain bike for a few years. I use the term “riding” loosely because my experience often includes “pushing” my bike over boulders, “walking” it down steep slopes, and “scooting” across narrow bridges like a toddler on a toy. So more accurately, “I’ve been ride-push-scoot-walking a mountain bike for a few years.” My eleven-year old son, Sam, rides too....
I used to run regularly. And slowly. And awkwardly. And laboriously. No matter- I still ran. It came with gut-wrenching effort, aches, pains, and a burning in my throat when I gasped for air. I had to push myself through the last quarter inch of whatever distance I’d decided to go. And I loved it. Not because running came naturally to me...
This is not a political piece I’m writing; it’s a personal one. It’s a prescription for individuals to cure the terminal hate infecting our world. It’s heavy because my heart is breaking over the disintegration of our culture. Today, our global community is stunned again by terrorist attacks, this time in Brussels. We are mortified by what we see and are aware...
“Freedom is not free.” It says on the wall at the Korean War Veterans Memorial in Washington D.C. It is a solemn reminder that the cost of the freedom we enjoy in America is most often a price someone else paid on our behalf. It works that way in a democracy; it works that way in a relationship with Jesus. In...
Does it seem, no matter how carefully you try to make good decisions, chaos and stress soar? Does it get worse during the holiday season as you strive to buy, go, and do even more? Why making good decisions seems difficult. We have more choices than any culture at any time in history. We are bombarded with alternatives every second. As a...
