"Tears are words that need to be written" -- Paulo Coelho I feel like there are words, or more appropriately, feelings that are clamoring to get out and onto the blank space, to fill the void. And yet, there are none. There are none that can adequately convey what needs to be said. Maybe the … Continue reading The words left unsaid. . .
Author: Emilee
Ministry with people’s children: A Manifesto
I've held several different ministry positions since beginning college at Dallas Baptist University in the fall of 2006. All with children -- various ages -- but all "dependents" and "minors". I started school 10 years ago at DBU solely because I felt a calling on my life to be involved in the ministry -- specifically … Continue reading Ministry with people’s children: A Manifesto
Until lambs become lions.
On January 19, 2015, I wrote my most read blog ever. (You can read it here, if you'd like) For what it's worth, I don't write to be read. . .at least not yet. I write because I can't not write. Anyway, this post was extremely personal and essentially kick started a year-long journey of … Continue reading Until lambs become lions.
Email, gift cards, and pink bunny ears
The past two days I've been gently reminded of how well I'm loved. When I got to work yesterday, my coworker gave me a bag of super fun stuff her daughter procured for me. It had a funko Pop figurine of my favorite character from my favorite show (Tina from Bob's Burgers), several temporary tattoos … Continue reading Email, gift cards, and pink bunny ears
To my university: A Eulogy
Working with children for the past 11 or so years, I have heard my share of "that's not fair!". And, in a "teachable moment" retort, I've said, "Life isn't fair all the time" without giving much, if any, thought to the weight that statement carries. Life isn't fair. And I only hate that life isn't … Continue reading To my university: A Eulogy
Just like that. . .
It's funny how things change. It's like they change like you fall asleep. . .slowly, then all at once. Just 3 months ago, I was happy. I was happy with my job and my church. And then, just like that, something changed. Oh, I'm still happy with my job and my church, but now, just … Continue reading Just like that. . .
Independence, hospitality, community, and saying yes
I'm moving this week. A family from my church has a garage apartment that I'm renting. They're super people and very hospitable, and have opened their own home to me -- not just their garage. Other people's hospitality and generosity are often really hard for me to accept. The defiant toddler rears her head and … Continue reading Independence, hospitality, community, and saying yes
Psalm 18:19
"He brought me into a broad place; he rescued me because he delighted in me" Psalm 18:19 I have a wooden plaque on my desk with this verse burned on its surface, made by a dear friend after I was hired at HPPC. A constant reminder of where I've been in contrast to where I … Continue reading Psalm 18:19
Just play
When we treat children's play as seriously as it deserves, we are helping them feel the joy that's to be found in the creative spirit. It's the things we play and the people who help us play that make a great difference in our lives. -- Mr. Rogers I love to play. My third favorite thing to … Continue reading Just play
Six months
Six months ago I started working at HPPC. It's a place and group of people I love more every day and I'm so thankful to serve there. Eight months ago I was more than ready and willing to leave the church behind. I was tired and I was hurting. I loved Jesus but His people … Continue reading Six months
The Messy Faithful 