I stayed in bed this morning, sick with what I hope is the end run of whatever bug I have had for the past two weeks. Doug was single Dad for the morning, and when I got up I asked how Aaron had been (he’s been a little fussy on and off the past few… Continue reading The little man
What missional looks like
I read a great post by Don Johnson recently about service in the local church. He contrasted the “ivory tower” of ideals and innovations with the simple and seemingly unimpressive quiet faithfulness of local churches everywhere. As a minister who is certainly in a church context that presses the boundaries of normal, a church context… Continue reading What missional looks like
Amendment
So yesterday I wrote about how there is no dress code so to speak here in Portland. Today we went to church and out to lunch in the Beaverton/Hillsdale area (a suburb of Portland), and I was amazed at the number of Volvo station wagons we passed on the road and the sheer volume of… Continue reading Amendment
Quotation of the Week
But the intent of Christmas is something totally different. The Child in the crib is not an ideal. It is only our love and often our sentimentality which have turned his story into an ideal… Crib and cross—they are both of the same wood, they are of a piece. And I believe that all this,… Continue reading Quotation of the Week
The streets of Portland
I forgot how totally colorful Portland can be. There was the individual we shared an elevator with today at Pioneer Place who had the voice of a man, the body of a woman, and some impressive purple fur boots. There was the steady stream of pierced youth, smoking lots of cigarettes and using colorful language,… Continue reading The streets of Portland
That’s a new one
We have always had a joke in my family that, if someone caught you nodding off on the couch, the appropriate reply was: “I was just resting my eyes.” So today, after giving Mercy a heavy dose of medication, we watched her become increasingly drowsy as she sat on her Daddy’s lap watching a movie.… Continue reading That’s a new one
I am thankful
What is it about Haubs, holidays, and hospitals… Last year on Christmas day, my dad and brother-in-law drove Doug and me to the emergency room where we spent seven hours with what felt like half of Los Angeles. I was nine months pregnant and sick with the flu, and when we walked in the attendents… Continue reading I am thankful
The city of bridges
We just arrived in Portland this morning to the most perfect wet and gray Portland day. We are thrilled to be here and Mercy and Aaron are both enthralled by how different the Pacific Northwest looks and smells. The sky, the trees, air that you don’t see… There is a particular feature that lends much… Continue reading The city of bridges
That kind of friend
I have a very dear friend here in Spokane. The other night she stopped by for a brief visit with us, and it was so great to reconnect and reminisce. As often happens when we get together, we traipsed down our own very quirky and amusing memory lane. We happened to live together during a… Continue reading That kind of friend
Lessons from my closet floor
It was two years ago that we last visited our families here in the Pacific Northwest in the winter months. I was very pregnant last December so we could not do our usual travel north for the Christmas holiday. After that last trip two years ago, I put three of my favorite wool sweaters into… Continue reading Lessons from my closet floor