Checking In

I do love the fact that my site is here, no matter if I blog several times a day, or if I manage to check in once a year!  The bottom line is that there is some comfort in knowing that my faithful blog is always here! With my new endeavors, perhaps you’ll see more of me soon!

Social Blues

Robin Tribute

Photo from Robin Williams’ Facebook site

This has truly been one of the saddest weeks of my life.  Not completely soul-crushing, but certainly one that needs to be over quickly.

Some of the things that have me down are not my stories to share; it is not ABOUT me, but it affects me deeply.  There is nothing I can do to fix it…I just sit by and watch and console or encourage where I can. 

Of course, there is the matter of one of my lifelong heroes ending his own life.  There have been countless tributes to Robin Williams by far more prolific writers than I try to be.  While I do not try to call myself a “writer” by any means, I DO feel the need to express how I’m feeling.

Robin Williams made me laugh like you’re supposed to: with your whole soul.  A laugh so strong you feel it for hours after.  I cannot remember a time when he wasn’t in my life, lifting my spirits.  And as much as I hate to be a fangirl about this, I can’t help it.  We live in a world where Robin Williams is dead.  By his own hand.  Because of a whole lot of demons he battled for a lot of years.  And then today I see that he also had early stages of Parkinson’s…how frightening that must have been for a man who used every inch of his frame in conveying his comedy to know he was going to have effects from a disease that robs victims of motor skills, sharpness, etc.  I mean, he was lightening fast; something that would dull that certainly would be reason for fear, panic, and depression to take hold.  My heart breaks at thinking about the blackness he had to be fighting.  I’m so so sorry, like millions of other fans, that there was nothing we could do to help him realize how loved and admired he was. Or that we couldn’t do something so he would know that no matter what his fight with Parkinson’s was going to be, it didn’t matter what changes it might bring because we would STILL love him and support him through it all. 

He’s gone.  Game over. 

So now, as if it hasn’t been touched on before, EVERYONE is sharing photos and memes about how depression kills and that if you need help, you should reach out and call the depression hotline.  Apparently it takes something THIS colossal to snap the world out of self-absorption.  Here’s the kicker, though: how long is it going to be before this philanthropic, “love one another” outreach fades away? I personally can’t see it lasting to the weekend, and that makes me sad.  Sadder?

Depression kills, folks.  It kills dreams, hopes, active achievement, mortal coils.  You can have 409 Facebook friends, 253 Twitter followers, and 117 Instagram followers and yet feel completely alone.  It is so easy to see how unimportant you are when you post something that you think is really cool, yet NOBODY likes it, comments on it, or validates it.  For people with depression, it is very easy to seek your self worth in things as trivial as how many “friends” approve your social media posts. 

You see, we no longer talk to our friends anymore.  We spend all our time hiding behind our computers, tablets, and smartphones, scrolling through our imagined strong network of loved ones.  We think that clicking that cute little “Like” link or double-tapping that photo keeps us indelibly connected to our lifelong BFF’s.  Weeks go by and we realize we haven’t actually SPOKEN to said friend in…how long? This whole social media thing is the equivalent of being in the middle of the room of people you THINK like you, and finding out that they actually just invited you because it was the polite thing to do.  They smile as they walk by, perhaps even pat you on the shoulder, but when you actually try to strike up a conversation, they practically run away.  Social, it’s not. It’s just sad.

And very, very lonely. 

Sassy Sauce

So, Shaun is working on a postcard, and asks us to come up with some sauce labels for him, so he will have them to use on the card. Here is the one I came up with. 🙂


One Moment

Unbelievable how one moment can affect your whole life. One minute, I’m in a little place called Buras, Louisiana, realizing how great life can be. Seemingly the next, WHAM my whole world changed. And somehow I find myself really wondering what to do about it.


You see, that moment of bliss in Buras actually happened almost exactly one year ago. We were on our yearly choir tour/mission trip with my youth. That trip had been marvelous: our bus driver was very self-sufficient and extremely kind to the youth and to me; we had FINALLY gotten a trip where we were on the bus the whole trip with our best friend youth group from another town; I hadn’t had a single report of “mean girl” bullying that day, and it had just been a pleasant trip all around. We had done community work that day: some painted, others moved pallets of sheetrock, still others built a HUGE wheelchair ramp, and others even still went to the community center to do arts and crafts with kids from the area. That night, the youth gave a very moving performance wherein they were so overcome by the hugeness of God’s Grace and the power of His Spirit, we had to stop, exit the stage, breathe, pray, and regroup before they could continue. The combination of hard work, laughter, prayer, and gracious people, really just culminated as they were singing. It was a powerful witness. Later that night, we had a huge candle circle, and a whole lot of talking worked out personal fears, inner ghosts, interpersonal relationship issues, and a feeling of calm came over us all. We were with God. And life was so good. The picture above was taken in the Sanctuary after everyone had gone to bed. The light behind that cross is always on, and this picture will always represent that moment of my realizing the overwhelming love that I KNOW is given to me, as well as a memory of a great day.

But in the year since that moment, so many things have changed. While I am loving being back in design, it’s my sad news to report that my time in youth ministry has come to an end. Circumstances took my being at the church full-time down to a part-time position. And although my senior pastor did much to keep me on as PT Youth Director while I also worked full-time in design, it simply wasn’t to be. My girlies missed me and – in their own baby-girl way – they started to resent the church always keeping me busy. With heavy heart, I had to step down and leave the youth I loved so dearly.

But now, I’ve got a whole future awaiting me, one with art and laughter and bouncy curly blonde hair and silly songs and an insane amount of love. This is a wonderful time in my life.

Yet somewhere in my heart, I will always be drawn back to that moment in Buras, and how significant it truly was. What is it trying to tell me?!

One moment really can change your whole life, can’t it?

So Ready!

Temps are cooler, kids are back in school, fall schedule is finally completed…must mean one thing:  FANTASY FOOTBALL IS BACK!! As such, here is my offering…the logo I designed for my team a few years back.  Fear the Bunnies.