Purposefully Created

One family's journey with God

The Comparison demon

Comparison is a demon. One with claws and whose goal is to claim every ounce of  joy and peace that Jesus offers so freely. I have friends who are Democrats, and friends who are Republicans. I have friends who eat Read more…


Warning: God’s menu might not fit your tastebuds.

Last night I was pushing my grocery cart down the isle and had a peculiar experience. Rather than my normal rush-through-for-survial method I was strolling and listening. I was listening for a voice that kept talking to me. “Put that Read more…


I do not think it means what you think it means… REST

You know when you open a present from someone who loves you and you really hope the look on your face doesn’t show, but you have NO idea what to do with the present you just got? You smile and Read more…


I do not think it means what you think it means…

Sure, we can quote Inigo Montoya. But perhaps we have more in common with Vecini than we would care to think. For those of you unfamiliar with the Princess Bride, I suppose we can still be friends, but I might Read more…


I should have known then. A Story of yes.

Two days ago Taylor stepped down from his full time position as community minister at the church we have been at for almost a decade. Starting in two weeks we will be living as full time missionaries here in San Read more…


When Fear gets a beatdown…

Her nails dug into my forearm. Her bright blue eyes carried a pool of pent up fear on the brink of spilling over. One might think she was being torn from her family to live with monsters. The metal gate in Read more…


From the Soil of a Non-Gardener

I killed a cactus. No really. And a succulent, and an aloe plant, and every other possible form of growing green thing. The green things and I have a mutual understanding- if you can independently live on your own here, Read more…


Unrequested Gifts

Today is World Down Syndrome Day. After 18 months of being a parent of a child with special needs, I would not say I’ve become an expert. I would say however that got a new set of glasses- a clearer Read more…


Our need to be the lead…

The other day Abigael said, “Mama we should just put a sign outside that says, ‘welcome to the neighborhood antique store’.” My precious children have been to every Trade Day, junk sale, antique shop and estate sale around and they Read more…


Learning from the Most Unlikely of Candidates…

It seemed like a frozen moment from a stock photo from a church bulletin (yeah that picture is for sure not me). Sunshine on our backs and green grass underneath, I was plopped in my front yard surrounded by three children Read more…