Category Archives: city life

If our city had a gate…

If our city had a gate and I knew Jesus was about to come in,

I’d be there to greet Him, to welcome Him in.

I’d thank Him for coming

Shower Him with praise – stating the obvious to the Ancient of Days.

I’d tell Jesus that I know He heals, comforts and mourns. That He sits with the outcasts, has compassion, serves, breaks the chains of sin and bondage, sets us free, and loves everyone.

I’d show Him the beautiful places – all of which He made –

The bay, the hills, the cliffs on His ocean’s edge.

The lavender, succulents, and calla lilies that grow wild.

The seals, the canyons, the overflowing fruit outside the markets, the tide.

I’d want Him to see what His people were doing –

serving in the hard places, painting nails, cooking hot meals, caring for their little ones, delivering groceries, reading to children, working with integrity, starting companies that make a difference and He’d know all that already.

I would still want to show Him believers meeting in small groups at churches, in homes, in coffee shops and playgrounds – speaking encouragement, holding one another up, celebrating, mourning, and every day living in community.

Starting conversations on the bus, giving smiles away, listening to co-workers, collaborating to bring about good change to His world, inviting others in, building relationships.

I’d want to show Him the hard places –

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does my light matter?

this little light of mine.

i’m going to let it shine.

let it shine. let it shine. let it shine.

harry dixon loes composed this song based on this passage in the Bible:  “Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.” (Matthew 5:16)

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in comparison to this great big world {and it’s just getting bigger and i’m just getting smaller the older i become} my light seems minuscule. but i am finding comfort that it is seen and it is seen by the Spirit of the Living God. and that’s a truth for every breathing human being.

so does my light matter?

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the last song

it was a blogpost day in march of this year, that i penned…

we left the lights on in our family apartment at 351 king street, #113.

we’ve left the lights on at the w hotel.

we’ve got the lights on at 543 howard presently and we’ll leave them on there too.

i can’t wait to turn the lights on at 250 stevenson street.

this past Sunday, we had our final service at 543 howard street.

and it was the most full of thanks and praise moment i’ve had in this city yet.

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shoes & jewelry & africa {celebrating women in may}

celebrating women doing their God-given thing

{for the month of may, i’m highlighting a few women who are gaining confidence in who God has created them to be and displaying it so through different means. for some, it was born out of cause. for others, it was there since birth. and some, it’s the season of life they are in. and they are sharing their stories here this month! join me in celebrating them and that’s not all…they want to celebrate you! a giveaway on each blogpost through the month of may! make sure you leave a comment the day or the day following the post, for that’s what enters you in the drawing. winners will be announced on the following post}   {congrats to Kayela – winner of a lettering piece from the previous post}

welcome praise {i know…what a name} as we celebrate women in may!

I know how to capture your attention with a word that is the common weakness among many: shoes. Yes, yummy yummy shoes.

A few years ago my prized pair were a navy and cream 4-inch heel that made my ankles look miraculous. Were they so attractive that I was stopped by the fashion paparazzi? Totally. And too, these shoes were aesthetically appealing yet wearable on a wedding dance floor. All owners of heels know, shoes like this are a unicorn.

But alas, 2.5 years of living in San Francisco’s casual culture starts to rub off on you. And I hate to admit it, but I have changed. Today, my favorite pair of shoes are much shorter than those towering heels. They’re significantly less girly – they are Steve Madden’s version of a construction worker boot. They are about as tan as my skin with a subtle splash of color in the back given by a red zipper.

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They were gifted to me by a generous friend.
And this pair of leather providence has become more beautiful the more mileage they’ve gotten.
 One day they were propped up casually at a karaoke bar in the Fillmore district of San Francisco; a few weeks later, they were jumping over puddles and wading through mud in Kibera, Kenya the largest slum in East Africa.

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