Change… requiring of us movement in a direction that we are not as familiar, calling upon skills we are not accustomed to using, and forcing us to stretch beyond our well established and often too small, comfort zones….can be hard.  Sometimes we do anything we possibly can to avoid it, even when it is what is best for us and everyone around us.  It can rock our foundation, threaten the equilibrium, and wreak havoc.  But, it can also rock the foundation and then give the ingredients necessary for a stronger foundation.  It can threaten the equilibrium that has been maintained for so long, but isn’t necessarily the healthiest.  It can wreak havoc as it encourages us to continue on the path of awareness and growth.  It’s crazy that we as humans would much rather cling to something toxic than step into the unknown, even though we cognitively know it holds a promise of something better.  It’s not familiar.  And we don’t know.  Another way to say that perhaps, is that we’re desperately afraid OF the unknown, the change, so we cling to something, even if it’s toxic.

I’m working to be friends with the change that is flamboyantly present in my life.   And at times it feels incredibly clumsy and extremely terrifying.  I’m learning.  Stretching, growing.  But I can’t forget my I, is a we.  The my I just referenced is actually an our.  That’s just another part of the self-discovery piece…we do not have to travel it in solitude.  No one has to navigate these things on your own.  If you are single, lean on your closest friends and family.  If you don’t use them, you’ll feel alone.  And then possibly feel incredibly distant from them, for they have no idea.  And then feel even more alone and even more hopeless about your ability to go through this with any semblance of grace.  If you are married, use your partner! Don’t leave them behind.  It’s their job to be with you, just as it is your job to with them.  Don’t ever forget that.

Picture a team of horses, pulling a wagon.  We’ve probably all caught a glimpse of this in real life, some of us an even more personal, up close experience.  Imagine all those ropes, each one with a purpose, each being vital to the operation of the entire setup.  Once fully assembled, the driver now has a clear line of communication open with both of the horses.  Imagine what would happen if the horse on the left decided he wanted to do it this way.  And the horse on the right disagreed.  What would happen?  Catastrophe.  And face it, there’s nothing the driver can do to force two +1500 pound animals to do what he wants them to do if they don’t want to do it.  He’s powerless, along for the ride.  Life doesn’t have to be that dangerous.  Look to your partner.  Talk about transitions.  Embrace the changes. 

I’m working to be present with mine.  To seek agreement between my head and my heart, between my human longings and my faith in God that my needs will be taken care of.  I’m working to do it with grace and strength.  I’m not always successful, I don’t always do as I should, I forget to practice what I preach.  But I come back to my center.  I want to embrace the changes, the gift of growth and forward movement.  I’m so thankful for my husband, my rock, my partner.  For my family and friends.  And for my church.



Almost two full years ago, I felt a stirring for something new.  I began to connect with and understand pieces of myself in a more mature and holistic way than I ever have before.  I credit the amazing community around me, and the stirring of the Holy Spirit.

Being someone who is somewhat apprehensive about change, I went through periods of time trying to sweep the thoughts and feelings under the rug.  It’s easier to stay where we’re at, and a challenge to venture into the unknown, especially when things are so uncertain.  I tried, and failed.  The reminders kept creepingback, and God wouldn’t let me forget.  So began, the active phase of seeking.

There was a time when it seemed that every door I knocked on failed to open.  And then there was the moment, when I transitioned my thinking, from hoping someone else would accept me, to seeing myself as the one that needed to make it happen.  Perhaps the heavy doors were meant to have stayed shut.  They were rigid for a reason.  Interestingly enough, when my mind shifted gears, the doors became easier.  I fell into invigorating possibilities.  Ranging from hopes of this connection or that, to realizing my absolute dream career was just outside of town, and had been there all along, I had no idea.  Had those rigid doors been accidentally left open, it may have been some time before I literally stumbled upon this place.  So I sought to sow the seeds.  Thankfully, unlike my own garden, which I can forget to water as the summer goes on, these seeds were cared for, and tended to, and subsequently flourished.  And as the fruits became recognizably enticing, it was even clearer to me that changing my present situation was absolutely necessary.

I think I hung on to my perception of security as long as I possibly could.  It’s funny to think that what I thought I was doing was being practical, was really just being fearful.  Letting go of the rope as you swing over the bay, trusting your body to land where it’s soft, trusting the water to be there, praying it wasn’t an illusion.  I clung.  And then let go.  Since that point, I haven’t been filled with regret, despite the fact there is a great deal of uncertainty now!  I’m not certain how my material security will arrive, but I trust that God will provide.

So far, I’ve been listening to His guidance.  This is all His doing.  The doors, the grace, the community, I can’t even begin to explain it any other way.  They keep saying, this is the time of greatest growth…you’ve let go of your fear and put your trust in Him…He has led you this far, and you feel the peace, it HAS to work Anna.  So I find myself here, in the space of quiet, in-between.  And comforted by the knowledge that I am not in control.  “But blessed is the one who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream.   It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green.  It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit”  (Jeremiah 17:7-8).

Why question?  I know, I believe, I feel.  My roots, foundation, is being fed and watered by the Giver of Life.  My roots are my faith, my family, my health, and my self.  When struggle comes, I will persevere.  At the wire, I can make do with very little, and am very open to the conclusion that I have way more than I need.  And when I feel this, I will, because I have been, and believe I will be, blessed.

I’m thankful for the journey, even though it was hard at times, for it led me to where I’m at.  I’m ready.

Learning to Let Go

You know what those are right?  Those hollow tubes of woven paper, with a hole on each end.  You’re supposed to stick a finger in each end and figure out the trick to getting them out.  I haven’t heard a personal story regarding anyone whose been trapped for any significant amount of time, but I suppose some folks have spent a decent amount of time stuck, probably the wee ones.  Anyway, the key to the release is to relax, and your fingers are no longer stuck.

I like to know what’s going to happen and when it will happen.  I don’t think I’m alone.  Two years ago I enrolled in the most effective educational program known to man.  Personal experience.  I’ve learned so much, about myself and others.  I’ve fine-tuned my voice, nearly perfected my congruency radar, experienced support like never before, but most importantly, I’ve learned the importance of giving up control and mindfully and faithfully riding the wave.  No matter how much you try and muscle your way through some sort of life lesson, get others to push with you, or better yet, get something else to help push, it doesn’t work. In the end, you’re wiped out and exhausted.  Depleted, spent, with no fight left.

I truly believe, with all my heart, that God’s time is perfect.  That being open and receptive to His guidance, energized by the Holy Spirit, is the only way.  The battles will still be there, but I’ll have a voice and won’t expend unnecessary energy.  Save it for what matters.

Incredibly open, and totally receptive to God’s guidance while working hard to be patient and mindful, all the while reveling in the beauty and goodness around me,  Anna

Just plant your darn seeds!!

In one of my slumps, a wise friend shared with me the wisdom in Ecclesiastes 11.  Basically, the take home for me was go and plant your darn seeds for crying out loud!  Too, too often, we, or at least I, don’t go forth for fear of what will be.  But who am I to say this path, or this calling, won’t lead to an amazing bounty of goodness?!  Really?  When we feel called to do something, it’s stinking real!!  Or at least I think it’s real if after months I still feel it, still feel passionate about it, feel at peace…and doors open.  Is the fear of the unknown really that great?  So great it can overpower and restrict everything I do?  My personality is such that, if someone tells me to be quiet about something, or that I cannot do something I believe I can, I WILL vocalize my opinion!  Respectfully of course, but I will do it.  So, one would think that MY fear is really not that big of a deal…that MY personality can fight it and win.  Argh.  I wish it were that easy.

But at the end of the day, it comes down to this: I’m not God, therefore I don’t know which way the wind will blow, where the sun will shine, nor which crops will flourish.  I only know that my job is to plant the seeds.  God will provide.  I need to plant…the…seeds.  God.  WILL.  Provide.  So when faced with my enemies, I will remain peaceful, secure, grounded in my identity.  When faced with obstacles, I will push forth, picking up an extra tool here or there if need be.  When faced with self-doubt, I will remind myself of these thoughts…I can do this…God is good…and He has blessed me with gifts that I have no choice but to utilize.  Yes, that’s allJ


I had the pleasure today to be a “Part of the Beginning.”  Around 100 professionals in our area gathered with community members to make a public stand against child abuse.  The Traverse Bay Children’s Advocacy Center coordinated this beautiful Zero Tolerance day, and it was an honor to be a part of it.  I’m no good at numbers, but I would guess at least a couple hundred people gathered in our State Theater…listened to people speak, watched some amazing young dancers, and walked the streets of downtown in support of maintaining a safe environment for the next generation to grow.

Anyway, around 10 or so of the PEACE Ranch crew gathered together for the celebration.  As I sat there with them, and Payton pointed out that we all had the same shirts on! –I thought that it’s has been a long time since I’ve felt like such an important part of a work community, a long time.  The Executive Director breathes welcome, the volunteers exemplify servitude, and the environment is then incredibly open and safe.  I am honored.  Blessed.  And so happy to be going in a direction that feels so right.

When you’re doing what you are called to do, you’ll know it.  Every square inch of your soul will feel at peace, will be energized, and you will be certain.  No questions.  Thank you God for blessing me with the past 3.5 years of my career so I could be the person I am today, and also for leading me so clearly in my professional journey.  Your time is truly perfect.


I’ve been thinking a lot about seeds lately.  I’m a horrible gardener, but would love to learn!  I think the major problem is our soil, and lack of sun.  Those are kind of important aren’t they?  Perhaps the rich, abundant garden will have to wait until our next home.  Until then, seeds.  Imagine the journey a seed takes…it starts as just a, well, a seed.  A very small, sometimes almost so small it’s hard to pick up just one, hard shelled…thing.  My novice gardener brain isn’t able to ascertain what one particular seed will grow in to, I suppose some people can.  It’s hard to tell.  But in order for it to transform into what it will eventually become, it must go through a process.  A process that is sometimes harsh, sometimes uncertain, and often times one that requires a great deal of care and attention.

First, into the ground.  It must be placed in the right soil, the right depth, the right sunlight…must be supplied with sufficient nutrients, just the right amount of water, and patience.  Buried in the ground, sometimes cold ground, it must be very dark, lonely, quiet.  Feeling the water moistening the soil around the seed, it must hurt a bit to expand to the point of breaking.  The being inside the shell is getting too big for the shell, it’s outgrowing it…time for something new, something unknown.  It doesn’t know what it will find once it sees the light, what climate, what wind, or rain.  It doesn’t know if it will continue to receive water, if it will have room to grow.  It doesn’t know if it will yield what it is supposed to.  It just grows.  Breaking out of the shell, pushing it’s way through the soil, somehow knowing which way is up.

One of the most exciting times in the spring is watching my plants break the soil…the tulips!  The grasses!  It’s so much fun.  My attempts at a garden, I almost always see the seedlings rise from my garden bed, it’s after that happens that I find myself faltering.  So they’ve made it, so far.  Growing, shedding the shell at some point, surviving the bunnies, or deer, or eager children picking their fruit too soon.  What is developing, and what continues to develop is amazing!  A tiny little seed can give you 13 cucumbers!  Or 9 giant tomatoes!  Or rows and rows of lettuce!  When it finally makes it, it must be a fulfilling experience.  To have survived the elements, to feel the success, to have provided food for a family, or beauty for all to see.



At the suggestion of a friend, I reached out.  She said, talk to your friends, to the people that know you.  I did.  See what they have to say.  What I received in return from that reaching out was beautiful.  So beautiful that I feel compelled to create a collage so to speak of the wisdom.  Here it is:

“I remember my spiritual director telling me that there are moments where you walk out into the fog?/unknown. Sometimes in life you just have to take that risk. You step out, not knowing what is there, but those are most often the most beautiful and rewarding steps to take. I have taken some of those, and she’s right…No matter what, we love you and support you…You know what you need to do already, don’t you?? ♥…You need to follow your heart. The rest will fall into place…’From now on if you listen obediently to the commandments that I am commanding you today, love God, your God, and serve him with everything you have within you, he’ll take charge of sending the rain at the right time.’ Deut. 11:13-14…When you’re doing what you love to do, no one has to motivate you, or challenge you, or check up on you. You do it for the sheer enjoyment . You don’t need rewards, or applause, or to be paid well, because you love serving in this way…Figure out what you love to do – that which God gave you a heart for – and then do it for his glory!..It’s my heart, and it’s not a chore to do this, because I love it! It’s slow-going, but I know that once it takes off, there will be a next step and another next step that God will ask me to take…That old definition of faith, “Going forth, not knowing”, is so true….One thing is for sure, you are in the middle of a paradigm shift and things are unclear. You are going somewhere good here and the direction is foggy. That’s ok, just keep your big-picture perspective within it, and keep your eyes and heart out for possibilities, for doors…You’re on to something here, feeling the movement and knowing its going somewhere, pay attention to that. Doors opening, doors closing, all of it will guide you…God will give us direction always according to His plan for us in His perfect time…speak TRUTH, have PEACE, say what you ARE, and LOVE…”God grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change; the Courage to change the things I can; and the Wisdom to know the difference.”…God’s time is oft’ not quite ours but always Perfect…you are loved & you will be fine… Trust where your heart keeps leading you… God is w/you in that space & place…Oh Lord God,who hast called us thy servants to ventures of which we cannot see the ending by paths as yet untrodden & through perils unknown, give us courage to go out, not knowing whither we goest but only that thy hand is leading us and thy love supporting us through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen……You are in my prayers, I believe you can do whatever God calls you to do.

May this help you too, in decisions you are contemplating.  It has helped me.  Thank you friends, and to the authors some referenced (Rick Warren, the Bible…).  Horses…art…homes…ministry…FAITH.