The band on my watch is cracking.

After five years of nearly constant use it’s finally giving way.

That’s a long time to wear a watch.

The tan lines deeply engrained across the skin of my wrist make me wonder of perhaps I should go without now and again.

vanity or sanity.

How attached to time I am.

Thinking of going without makes me realize my dependence on chunking out the day.

Piece by piece.

The seconds tick by.

Maybe my deteriorating watch band is a challenge to go without and learn to linger in, instead of constantly count down, the moments.

How to know.




All held back by a constant awareness of time and the next momentary and artificial landmark in my life.


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Do I live by time or live in time? Do I live for time or for moments in time? My thought for the day.


Spiritual Misfit by Michelle DeRusha {Book Review and Giveaway!}

This is where I start formally reviewing books a bit more often.


I just found out that there are quite a few websites/publishers that make it really easy to choose from a selection of books (which they send you for free free) in exchange for a review on your blog. In order to make it worth our time, I’m going to stick with books I either wanted to read in the first place or that seem to be related to topics I’m talking about here.

And since I’m sure you think books are fantastic too, every now and then I’ll pass on the love. If it is not a book I’ll go back to over and again, I’ll just wrap it up put a label on it and send it off for someone else to enjoy. :)

This week’s book was sent to me by Blogging for Books in exchange for my honest review.



Spiritual Misfit: A Memoir of Uneasy Faith by Michelle DeRusha

In Spiritual Misfit, Michelle DeRusha outlines her journey from growing up a confessing every sin as a Catholic girl to a doubting faith and God in her college years, then finding and consequently growing to claim God as she learns to understand her own faith story as a unique and completely personal experience. She learned the questions she asked that seemed to challenge her faith completely actually lead her to God.

Sometimes it is hard to put yourself in the place of another person and actually feel like you understand what they’re going through. DeRusha has a relatable way of speaking about guilt, and doubt, and growth, and discovery that makes it easy to feel like you know her by the end of her story. I loved the way she dealt with doubt and how she carefully outlined that process from doubt to asking questions to a gradually deepening faith. I identified with many pieces and appreciated seeing the similarities between her own growth as a Christian and my own.

DeRusha’s voice is clear and insightful with a wry humor suited to her questioning personality. I would say, yes, read this book. You’ll find someone you know in it and have a little more idea of what is going on inside the head of someone finding their way to faith. Or you might even see a bit of yourself and be encouraged.

BTW: Her story about buying a Bible was my favorite. So funny. :)

My favorite quotes:

“Not only did I begin to understand a belief in God as altogether something more than I could ever fully degine, contain, or pin dow, I began to accept and embrace this understanding, in spite of the fact that it didn’t fit well with my everything-has-a-place-and-an-order-and-a-rational-explanation expectations.”

“Questioning, I came to understand and accept, is part of who I am. Skepticism is woven into my fabric. But I had shifted my approach. Instead of grappling with the questions, wrestling them and trying to wrangle definitive answers out of them, I simply began to strive, as the poet Rainer Maria Rilke advised, to live with and in the questions.”

“In fact, I’ve come to realize the opposite should be true: I should not have it all figured out. And if I think I do, I should take that as a red flag because it probably means I have crafted a God of my own design, a God whom I can control. Living the questions and relinquishing control is so much more challenging than fashioning a God who is entirely fathomable and comprehensible. But living the questions is also more real – a truer, more honest approach to discovering and nurturing a relationship with God.”


Read a sample chapter or check out Michelle’s blog if you’re interested in more!


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(sorry to all my international peeps, but shipping gets expensive outside of the country so this is just for U.S dwellers.)


It’s not about me.

That’s what I have to keep telling myself as I stumble for the right words to say about Ferguson.

Have you heard of it? I hope so. (If not, here are some facts) My instinct is to be silent and let others speak, but something tells me I can’t. Even if I say things poorly, my own discomfort in speaking up is much less significant than the problem at hand.

We can’t deny that things are wrong with this country and the situation in Ferguson only amplifies it. Some people blame it on the overreaching government, some on racism (overt and institutional).

Whatever you blame, it is a problem.

It’s a problem that the police force and government have so much influence on innocent civilians lives.

It’s problem that black people have to worry about whether any incident (or even crime against them) is because they’re black or just a fluke.

It’s a problem that just chilling out isn’t an option because of all of the underlying history and systems that bring us down would still exist.

We can’t just forget about it.

Ferguson brings up questions about racism, profiling, government, police, freedom, privilege, justice, and a multitude of other things.

And we should be thinking about them.

Especially if you’re white. Or you don’t ever encounter racism. Or you think racism isn’t a thing. Or you think the government only does good things.

Read about it. Think about it.

If you’re white, moving forward in a positive way after Ferguson isn’t about you. It won’t make your life easier to talk about racism and systems of privilege, but we can’t just ignore the many many voices of our fellow citizens who are saying there are problems in this country that happen based on skin tone.

If you’re white, it’s easier to take racism on a case by case basis and say oh, that must have been an unusual situation. But then the studies show otherwise. It’s easy to take things we get/earn for granted and assume that everyone has the same experience. It’s easy to say people have been racist to you, too. It’s easy to ignore the problem and move on with life.

Because it’s not about you. It just isn’t. Nothing could change and your life would be fine.

It’s harder to speak up and say: “Wow. That is a problem. I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry. What can I do?”

We can’t keep sidelining other people’s stories because they don’t line up with our own experiences, or because admitting their validity makes us uncomfortable with our own identity.

Whatever we think the problem is, it’s not really the time to point fingers or argue hot button issues.

We need to hear the stories, resist the urge to mitigate the experience, and then stand alongside.

It’s not about us.

It’s time to step beside so the future doesn’t stay the same.

We can process our own reaction on our own time and it may take a while to really come to grips with what is going on. It will take grace to admit we can’t know and understand perfectly. It will take time to form opinions – and then more to really be able to support those opinions – but, in the meantime, we can listen, we can stand up and use our voices to at least mention the distress in another’s story, and we can lean into the discomfort caused by the search of answers and justice.

We can’t ignore those stories.

Things need to change.

But we need to listen and acknowledge before we can act or speak.

Here’s a good list of resources for this situation and learning about racial reconciliation in general.


What has been going through your head as you watch these events play out? Do you think silence can be misunderstood as condoning things you don’t agree with?

How many barrels of worms have I opened up?


Run more!

Running has been going alright. I have more days than I’d like where
O just don’t want to, but usually if I make myself go I’m glad I did. And if I don’t fall into a groove within ten or twenty minutes or my legs are just dead, I let myself take it easy and shorten my loop or just walk home. These things happen and they make the next day easier and more enjoyable.

My knees are starting to hopefully feel better from my issues with runner’s knee. Otherwise known as tendonitis. Woot. Israel has me doing lunges and I’m working on my core strength and that seems to have helped. It is so nice to go from constantly hurting to minimal pain. So yes. If your knees hurt, try lunges? It’s a little counter-intuitive.

I started running barefoot some and I really like it. It’s like a reset for my feet. It helps me to be able to feel how my feet should be hitting the ground even when I’m wearing shoes. It also gives me a better way to evaluate and change up my form. And it helps to add some interest if I just don’t feel like running.

I also switched to minimalist shoes. Merrells. Omm drop. 8mm cushion. They made my feet are extra tired the first week or so. But I am really liking how I can feel where my foot lands. I can feel the ground a little better and know it if I step on a crack in the sidewalk or a rock. And just knowing I don’t have loads of wonky foam messing up my stride is nice to. They don’t squeeze my toes or make my ankles turn in weird ways. I know. I should have gotten new shoes sooner :p

There are about 8 weeks left til my half marathonh and I am excited! My longest run to date is 9.4 miles with my double bob and its occupants. I feel encouraged by the fact that I will not be pushing an extra 90lbs during my half! :) I haven’t really been following a training plan this time around. I’ve just been gradually lengthening my long runs and evening more gradually upping my weekly mileage (at about 15-18 miles now). I run almost every day. I’m going to try to add a tiny attempt at speed work in on saturday’s (and therefore sans stroller) per my husband’s coaching. :) it should be fun. not. But it should help me even out my form a bit and learn how to run a bit faster.

Speaking of form, that has been a process in itself. Last time I talked about running I was focusing on opening up my stride by lifting my legs a little more (called using my quads). I finally felt like I was the hang of that a tiny bit.

And then my husband took me on another run.

We went in the hills and since he had the double stroller I felt much less pushed than I would have had he not been weighed down by our offspring-mobile. It was fun. :) relatively you know. Hills can be painful…and who knew downhill could be painful too? We ran and ran and ran. 7.25 miles. And it turns out I had another running tweak to make. Just minor. It turns out I don’t really use normal running muscles (which is why, at its worst, my run looks more like a shuffle). My favorite part about running tweaks is that it makes me faster.

So now, these next couple months I’ll be trying to open up my stride a bit more by actually using my hamstrings and glutes, extending my long run to 12+ miles, and just working to stay injury free!

So that is running now!

The only race I have on my calendar is my half, though I might see about adding one between then and now if our busy lives permit.

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(During a 10k with my aunt..having better form for the camera!)

[Im]Practical Adjustments

“In our demand that we be practical, we have nudged the Spirit aside and gone after objectives we can reach without Him. We’ve learned to empathize, listen well, and affirm without judging, to free people to be themselves as they define who they are and what they want. Holiness has been bumped out of the center and replaced by healthy adjustment, self-acceptance, and relief from struggle.”

From: “Becoming a True Spiritual Community: A Profound Vision of What the Church Can Be” by Larry Crabb.

My Ali Esther – 11 months!

So Ali, my adorable little munchkin, turned 11 months last week and we are all taking turns being shocked by the fact that she is almost 1. My goodness.

She’s been learning how to do all sorts of things. First and foremost she stands wherever and whenever she wants. She doesn’t walk yet, but she does baby squats all the time. She must be so strong.

Second – she is learning to talk! She says: doo (boo!), daaada (whenever she sees, hears or thinks about Israel), something that sounds surprisingly like ‘thank you’ when you give her things. She also signs please (by clapping…still haven’t corrected that one) and is learning to sign ‘all done’.

She communicates quite clearly when she wants to eat people food. She just stands next to he high chair and shouts.

She still has three teeth but is working on a fourth.

She loves NaNa as much as Ranger does now.

She loves swimming, water, painting, the slide, and the swing.

A couple firsts as a bigger baby were visiting with her grandma and going camping as a very mobile (aka: very dirty) baby.

She is much fun. :)

And also. This one climbs. Like a lot. She has climbed for a while, but just in the last week she has leveled up to being able to climb into/onto things she can’t get off of safely. Yes. Deep breaths.

Under our barstools is a playground. In these pictures I only caught he going through the lower rungs… This week she started climbing through the top opening. Holy moly. No pictures of that, of course, I was too busy running to the rescue. Didn’t even have time to get my cape.

But yep. This is what she does.

So much fun :)