Reflections

Beautiful. Moving. Deep.
God Is Big
2019-09-13T20:13:37+00:00
Beautiful. Moving. Deep.
You make me laugh out loud, then cry.
God Is Big
2019-09-13T20:14:04+00:00
You make me laugh out loud, then cry.
I love how you find grace in the worst moments.
God Is Big
2019-09-13T20:15:03+00:00
I love how you find grace in the worst moments.
This morning as I read your words, I felt some loving energy gently shift a piece or two my internal puzzle and though nothing has changed externally, everything is different.
God Is Big
2019-09-13T20:14:39+00:00
This morning as I read your words, I felt some loving energy gently shift a piece or two my internal puzzle and though nothing has changed externally, everything is different.
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God Is Big

Godisbig Reflections help you find the sacred right where you are: in the laundry room, at the board meeting, in the driver’s seat of your car. A balm for your soul, each reflection draws you in and brings you closer to God.

Circle of Love: How to expand beyond our imagination

silver ring on silver necklace

I dated “Jesus” the summer after I graduated from high school. It was a brief romance. His real name was David. He was the lead (aka Jesus) in my all girls high school production of Godspell. Stocky with wavy hair, “Jesus” made us all swoon. I remember coveting my friend’s role on stage. She got to sing By My Side and look longingly in his direction as he stared out into the audience. “Where are you going? Can you take me with you?”

Allowing Mystery: How to turn anger into compassion

I believe in mystery, especially the everyday variety that opens our hearts. Right before I went into business for myself, I took a position at an institution of higher learning renowned for its cutting edge research and Nobel laureates. More than a few people suggested that by accepting this job I had somehow reached the pinnacle of my career (at the ripe age of 32).

Making Room for Transcendence: The art of acceptance and letting go

“Poof.” That’s what we call it in our home. My son learned to “poof” when he was five years old. I could see how he was worrying about things that he wished he had not done. I recognized the same in myself. So, I decided that after we talk through and allow our mistakes, as well as make our amends, we put our fingers up to our temples and count: “One, two, three, poof.” Then our jazz hands make it all go away.