Two years ago, Micah and I loaded up a Uhaul, drove an hour and a half, and moved into a simple brick duplex in northeast Lancaster city. We experienced a kaleidoscope of emotions as we moved, found a new grocery store, learned what days we needed to move our cars for street cleaning, and began … Continue reading 730 Days
Last Mother’s Day, I was living in the tension of having lost a baby and being a few weeks pregnant, full of anxiety about losing the baby that was growing inside of me. That baby continued to grow, and I too continued to grow in the months that followed. Lucas James Brickner was born on … Continue reading I’m Giving Myself a Gift for Mother’s Day
As my family and I continue to start a new church in Lancaster city, I am sometimes invited to preach at other churches. On Sunday after a smooth and warming cup of coffee, sweet morning smiles from a happy Lucas, and encouraging words from Micah, we piled into our car and traveled to the church … Continue reading We Need a Village
When I was in high school I began working at Central Market in Lancaster city. My days were filled with customers, delicious aromas of food, talking to all kinds of people, and honestly, working my way towards purchasing a car and affording college. Central Market was a place where my grandma opened a bakery stand … Continue reading The Spiritual Practice of Market-Going
Jobs end. Move to a new home...not to mention a new city. Start new jobs. Begin forming a new church. Discover you’re going to be parents. Hear the words: You lost the baby. Finish graduate school. Discover you’re going to be parents...again (and all the fear that this new beautiful reality holds) Survive the hardest … Continue reading When Your Soul Needs a Break
This past Thanksgiving, when Micah and I were asked by our families what we were thankful for, we proclaimed with cheer and gratitude that we were grateful for the baby growing inside me for the past ten weeks. We had already shared our news with family and our closest friends and we were excited that next Thanksgiving we would have a little one joining us around the table. Micah and I were thrilled to become parents and to grow our family in the new life we were forming in Lancaster.
Before my junior year of college I interned with a church in Philadelphia. I lived in an intentional peace community in West Philly and on my second day of living in the house, I saw a squirrel fall through the bathroom ceiling. The tyrant was loose in the house for two days until we found its hiding place, someone caught it, and set it free outside. I was beyond terrified and for the past 6.5 years I have tried to steer clear of squirrels.