gimme a break!!

I have often said that football is life, and this past weekend’s Seahawks game once again solidifies for me this foundational truth. In a post game interview, Richard Sherman made reference to the missed kick that sealed our win, as a “break.” He said, “we never get a break.”

Every game gives way to a small window into our own lives in quick snapshot form.

There are highs.


Proud moments.


Opportunities to adjust attitude.




And through it all, you can always count on the commentary of others.

Could have…

Should have…

Would have…

I think more than gaining a glimpse into what we experience, is an opportunity to reflect on what our response is to the ebb and flow of life. More than whether we’ve given our all or not, whether we have made good choices or fallen short, the question is with what attitude do we move forward. And, with what spirit do we choose to view other people’s journeys.

It’s pretty easy to have an opinion from the sidelines.

Once again, I am so grateful that such public leaders in our community reflect the faith, humility and personal responsibility that I strive to exhibit as well. It is so easy to boast or blame; not so much to walk with such grace. As I train up my kids, it is remarkable to have their “heroes” set the standard I hope for in the next generation. For myself.

In the game last Sunday, we had the privilege of watching two of the greatest groups of athletes in the country, do some serious battle, under some unusual and challenging external circumstances. In the end, the tenacity and talent of both teams took a backseat to one moment in time. Many would call it “luck.” Man, don’t we all love those times in life when we ourselves get a break??

Who can you grace today? How are you approaching your own life battles? What is your response to those fighting alongside you?

Could you offer a break to someone in your life today…?





why my seahawks suck

Heading into the playoffs again, and the “bantering” gets increasingly heated. I suppose it’s supposed to all be in fun, but I am not a fan. It seems the better the Seahawks do, the more people love to throw around the term “bandwagon fan.” I suppose it could all be jealousy, an easy target, whatever, but to me, it strikes a slightly personal cord.

Or perhaps more than slightly.

I remember being a kid, my brother was an absolute Hawks fanatic. Growing up, we would all start the season with great expectation for our home team to do something great. And, as the season predictably usually went, we would watch with breath no longer held, but breathing deeply in patience, as we hoped that, perhaps, next season…

The thing about the Seahawks, is they are a lot like us – they suck. They mess up. They make mistakes. But also similar to us, they keep trying. No matter what the scoreboard says, they encourage one another, believe in themselves, in their teammates, in the vision cast by their coach, and some, believe in their God. Regardless. When they fail, they own it. If they succeed, they give credit to one another and to their fans. Nobody walks in the delusion that they alone win games – we love that they are real. Like us.

Being created by God, we each have a longing deep inside to believe in something bigger than ourselves. We actually kind of need it. Football does that for us. And the more inconsistency we see in our team, the greater the celebration in the success, because ultimately, isn’t that what life is all about??

I love my kids. More than words. But I don’t throw them a birthday party every day. We don’t sing them songs each night at dinner or give them a sticker for their mistakes. Rather, we love them through the losses and stand by them in the daily, making a really big deal about the successes.

Just like my Hawks.

So, others can continue to throw stones – it’s ok if they do. I personally don’t trash other teams, because I understand the value in being represented in a public forum – everyone likes to root for their hometown team. At the end of the day, I love my team and am gonna yell really loud when they fight their way back to the top. Or not…



broken to life

It’s 2016. I should be excited. For more years than I can count, the new year has meant a chance to think upon the past 12 months and reflect, evaluate and decide what comes with me to the next season and what stays behind. There is usually a sense of excitement and always a plan as to what I will be adding to, and working on, in my life.

16 is also my favorite number, so certainly 2016 is bound to a great year!

If I were to be brutally honest, the sadness I am experiencing carries so much weight, and I find myself for the very first time, not making any big resolutions or lofty goals. I have planted and planted with great faith and expectation, watered with tears and sacrifice, and looking upon lists of unanswered prayers, have come to the end of my road. Every breakthrough moment, move of the Spirit, great revelation, has found me more often than not, caught back up in old habits, past failures, and disillusionment.

It is time to let God set my goals. Walk in the steps He orders. Step back, listen, and obey.

There is a certain look, a vibe if you will, to those who have done this faith thing just a little longer than others. I don’t mean that self-righteousness or perfectly refined appearance one may attribute to a person seasoned in Christian life, but rather a saltiness, a grace with an edge. People who have done the work, poured out their hearts, served selflessly, and selfishly, who know Jesus for real and can hear His voice, who know scripture and know we can all disagree on its exact interpretation. These are souls who know God says yes and no, and has no illusion that their prayers sway His decision, but have every knowledge that prayer still moves the heart of God. Those who have seen the darkness of church life, who have loved and lost, and still know there is nothing richer and more gut-wrechingly exquisite as a walk in the desert with our Christ.

This is who I long to be.

There is a time for everything under heaven, and I think it’s a season of change for me. Change at the root. The core. Stripping everything else away. Tearing up my garden and starting over. I have no idea what it will look like, but I think I might be ready for that. Or not. But regardless, I know that even when I don’t even know if I believe anything anymore, my God is bigger than my shortcomings and fear, and He is faithful to work when I sit down and cry. And wait.

Whoever you are wanting to be this year. Whatever goals you have planned, I pray you see great success. It’s my heart to see Him made so very big and glorious, regardless of what that looks like and when . May your when be now. Perhaps mine is coming as well…