domestic engineer {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! find out below how to enter the drawing!}   {congrats to winners, Tania Runyan and Stacie Wood from the previous post}

welcome my friend and fellow staff girl at epic church, bea…

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found {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 Lindsey Lee- winner from the previous post}

welcome micha boyett, a mom-friend in my city, as we celebrate women in may…

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I’m Micha Boyett, a Texan (born and raised) who ended up studying poetry in the hard-edged East coast, met my superman-jawed husband, went into youth ministry, and—a few years later—found myself living the life of an urban San Franciscan mom in my thirties. I’m a writer in a never-ending pursuit of saying it true.

What I love most about life is its complexity. I love that following Jesus teaches us to hold both the beauty and the brokenness of this world in the same hand. I love that, despite my doubt, God continues to redeem the fractured places in me and in the lives of the people around me. I love that motherhood teaches me to recognize the power of the present moment and the invitation to live from a place of gratitude instead of fear. I love that the sun rises and sets every morning. I love drinking tea with my husband before bed and coffee with him in the morning. I love how different my kids are from one another and how fiercely I love them as they are. I love pretty, delicious food that I didn’t cook myself. I love words and rest and songs and friendship. Also,

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“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.

this crazy life

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in this crazy life on my dead end street, we are not entitled to just our driveway spaces to hold our four wheels. instead we can parallel and perpendicular park and must avoid parking on said streets on street cleaning days. parking brakes are a must and become habit forming after at least one mistake. wheels must be turned a certain way upon parking and for the life of me, that’s one fact i can’t keep straight in my head. that’s why you see me stepping outside the car and seeing how everyone else’s wheels are turned. yes, i’m that pathetic when it comes to parking.

fortunately for now, our van can be parked on the street throughout the nighttime at no cost to the family. fortunately. but when san francisco is awake, the meters rise and shine too. for they have a job to do and are the highest paid. we feed them well and when we try to starve them, they show us who’s boss. then we starve.

i find it comforting that a large part of san francisco is open roads for most of the day. {highways are not a part of this conversation} and my GPS tells me that there are a multitude of ways of getting from point a to point b. i allow myself thirty minutes to get anywhere. it’s always a win if i make it there on time. i have been known to give out high fives for such a success. for me, it does require complete silence from others in the vehicle and classical music on pandora. i must drive calm. i must drive calm. for one road can be flat and the next a 60% upgrade. one road can be a two-way street, but with cars parked parallel on both sides, the street is only fit for pedestrians and cyclists. go figure.

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i have the convenience of carline in the morning at school. easy out. keep moving. yet, at the end of school, it’s a race for parents who pick up to score a parallel parking spot within a few blocks of the campus. i have been known to score one at the start of the day a.k.a. 7:45 and just walk to my daily tasks so as to have won that spot. it’s that competitive.

school is only 6 hour days so by the time i drop off, i pick up. unless i score that free parking spot and then i’ve got a few extra minutes. it feels like a half-day and for that i think we have earned the right to say we do public school and home school. for real. they are home at 1:50 pm. we fill the afternoon with lego play, cooking in the kitchen, learning hindi, screen time, reading, playdates, multiplication flashcards, library visits, ninja/warrior outside time and the “let’s guess what time daddy will walk in the door” game.

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sometimes i’m the crazy in this crazy life.

 i let circumstances and stress mount and take over and rule. i give situations the power to control my attitude and how i face the day. that’s not the crazy i want. because this kinda crazy messes with the truth that i know and warps it into false hope and negativity and debbie-downer moments.

i can thrive in this crazy life when i know that…

this crazy life is full of limits.

parking meter limits and

closed streets and

space too tight for our minivan and

rental limits. yes, but

knowledge that i do have limits. and that’s a good thing.

limits on me because i wasn’t intended to do it all on my own.

limits that make me more aware that it’s God who is in control.

this crazy life is full of trust.

i can’t impact or influence on my own.

i’m choosing to live not my way, but His.

areas of my life are clearly out of my control and i must trust.

i can’t make it happen, but i can trust in the One Who can.

this crazy life is full of only God moments.

full of faith leaps.

full of risk taking.

i absolutely think it’s crazy to live in a way that demands God’s intervention and presence. it’s risky to live in a way that needs Him to show up and move and act or else. it’s crazy to pray for parking spots and pedestrians and a denial to be overturned.

“because as long as i can handle it, i will never reach out to God,” says my pastor husband.

so i’ll take this crazy life. i’d have it no other way.

and if you’re the pedestrian at the crosswalk, you just got prayed over.

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a life full of limits. 
a life full of trust. 
a life full of only God moments.