April 16, 2014 — Leave a comment

it’s my favorite place in the house and my favorite part of the day.

those moments before the kids rise.

moments before sun shines over the oakland hills and hits the bay.

coffee in hand.

i’m rocking and i peer over and his heart and mind are drinking in Scripture and he looks at me.

“this has been a year of miracles.”

my pastor husband begins to name them.


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500 and dancing

April 12, 2014 — 4 Comments

it happened just like that.

{i find myself saying that way too often.}

it happened just like that.

we hit 500 posts this week!

i wasn’t waiting on it. i wasn’t paying any attention.

i was doing what i love to do…writing. and then i looked up and saw 500.

reading that many blog entries would be like reading 25 books having 20 chapters in each.

 if you started with me in 2006, thank you. all 4 of you. very much.

if you’ve joined me here since then, thank you. there have been times when over 1500 joined me in one day.

what began as a way to keep family and friends up to date about the growing pilgreen family life has flowed into a steady stream and into the rapid current we find ourselves in today.

what began as victories of potty-training and first homeruns in the backyard is now celebrations of salvation and friendships.

it happened just like that.

life was all consuming with three littles back then.

one growing independent at the ripe ole age of four, one was toddling into laundry baskets and cabinets and the other was being formed in the womb.

the littles are bigger these days and my writing has shifted from updates for friends and family to developing my voice as a writer.

now that ever-growing social media platforms allow for instant uploads and updates,

i can give a different voice to the blog and throw in-the-moment snapshots to instagram.

regardless of when we joined this journey together, i’ve got to have you revisit post number 1.

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April 9, 2014 — 3 Comments




no new news.

no old news for that matter.

the end.

you can click out of this post or throw it in the trash and get on with your day.

because how does life come from death anyways?

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April 5, 2014 — Leave a comment

“hosanna!” we shout.

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” we mutter after hearing heartbreaking news.

“praise God!” we sing with our community of faith.

“he did what? what about the kids?” our heads spin. we can’t believe what we are hearing.

“blessed is He who comes…!”

“she’s got cancer? are you sure?”

“God, You are good!” we continue to say…regardless of circumstances.

when you claim a city as a church planting family or as a family who loves their town well,

you will have moments of rejoicing over your city and town and moments of weeping over your city and town.

“As he was drawing near—already on the way down the Mount of Olives—the whole multitude of his disciples began to rejoice and praise God with a loud voice for all the mighty works that they had seen, saying,“Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!” {Luke 19.37-38}

followers of Christ stopped to praise Him. to give Him adoration. to celebrate His goodness, His love.

“And some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to him, “Teacher, rebuke your disciples.”  He answered, “I tell you, if these were silent, the very stones would cry out.” {Luke 19.39-40}

doubters of Christ stopped to criticize Him. Christ victoriously answered that He will always get His praise…regardless.

“And when he drew near and saw the city, he wept over it,  saying, “Would that you, even you, had known on this day the things that make for peace! But now they are hidden from your eyes.” {Luke 19.41-42}

 Christ wept. His heart broke over a city who rejected Him still. the city of Jerusalem.

if Christ were to ride in on the streets of your city, your town, how would He be received?

our city is a decorated, festive place. street fairs and parades are common.

though my heart grieves today that Christ would not be well received by the masses yet.

how will you celebrate this Easter? or will the stones have to do the praising?

my heart hasn’t been overflowing this week. part of me wants to blame it on sick children, needs arising, demands made, church Easter preparations.

but i refuse to let the stones do the praising.