That it’s okay to be late to church, sit toward the back feeling completely depleted, and experience acceptance.
That I can get just as much done in the Denver Seminary Student Center as I do in the office, even while unexpectedly running into tons of people I know. (My boss has not approved this as a regular schedule for me, though I may try…)
That spending time with old friends is just as good as therapy. Laughter is a strange, effective medicine.
That there is little that can’t be mended in an Irish pub when you're surrounded by good friends—old and new.
That I really do love what I do with writing and drawing others into inspiration and honesty; this long-awaited calling is a gift that I hope does not end with me and my passions.
That it’s possible for a 45-minute discussion about tithing to end with mutual understanding and respect.
That relationships can come before structure and rules.
That the Eucharist brings you face to face with your most difficult feelings and you will be given an opportunity to forgive in the moment the bread is handed to you. (It also helps to have a friend put their arm around you as you walk back to the pew, because they know every emotion that just welled up you.)
That while hurt often comes at the hands of others, so does healing. If we hide after the hurt, the healing can’t begin.
That it’s probably not a good idea to stay up until 2am two nights in a row when you’re recovering from two illnesses.
That rest really is the greatest asset to creativity. I slept in both mornings this weekend and took a nap this afternoon.
That, given the chance, little girls will wear Halloween costumes and crowns every day after school. And all weekend too.
That there really is satisfaction in making something with my hands, whether it’s homemade pizza dough with my husband or braiding my girls’ hair before church.