Scripps Sundays

I just got back from a walk to the Freestone Inn with Dave and Tamara, and the lake was so beautiful. As I was sharing with them about this past week, I got teary as I felt like my cup was overflowing from the gratitude I feel from all that has transpired. I made Dad come back with me before we left town to take this picture for you.  Below is a reflection/meditation about a cup from my friend Lilly Lewin who led a retreat I went on with Tracey for her 50th birthday. I thought it might be a good one for you as you hop on a plane and head back to Anchorage this week to consider your overflowing cup from time in Boston, New York, and Toronto with so many wonderful people and experiences.  ------------------------------------  I’ve been drinking from a mug I got on my recent trip to Scotland. It is reminding me of all the beauty and beautiful things Jesus did on our pilgrimage. It helps me to start my day in joy and gratitude. I invite you to join me in praying with your cup...

  Here’s a letter that I drafted in October explaining my intention for the Boston Marathon this spring and how you have been an integral part of it. TL;DR (Too Long; Didn’t Read): I decided that the 2026 Boston Marathon would be about joy—and I’m leaning into that by running dressed as Joy from Inside Out . Over the 26 weeks leading up to the race, I’ve been turning joy into a little practice of its own, writing weekly letters to people who have sparked it in my life. This letter is my way of bouncing a little of the joy, light, and gratitude you bring into my life right back to you. Long Version: I was on a flight home from a hike with friends in California on October 15th when I suddenly knew exactly what the 2026 Boston Marathon would be about for me. I decided I was going to ham it up again and dress up—because life is far too short not to be a little silly and ridiculous. In 2013, I ran Boston dressed as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. This time around, I’ve decided...

 a reflection on Jesus’s interaction with the woman at the well....  On Being a Well What makes this world so lovely is that somewhere it hides a well. Something lovely there is about a well, so deep, unpiped and real, filled with buckets and buckets of that life-giving drink. A faucet will do in a hurry. But what makes the world so lovely is that somewhere it hides a well. Sometimes people are like wells, deep and real, natural, unpiped, life-giving, calm and cool, refreshing. They bring out what is best in you. They are like fountains of pure joy. They make you want to sing or maybe dance. They encourage you to laugh even, when things get rough. And maybe that’s why things never stay rough once you’ve found a well. Some experiences are like wells too. People create them. They are life-giving happenings. They are redeeming experiences. They are wells. Wells of wonder, wells of hope. When you find a well, and you will someday, drink deeply of the gift within, and then mayb...

So so good to connect with you today on the phone! Forwarded this email?  Subscribe here  for more The Body Knows The body keeps the score — and tells the truth. Jen Hatmaker If you are a woman anywhere near midlife, there is a moment your body starts telling the truth whether you want to hear it or not. It might show up as exhaustion you can’t shake, or anxiety humming under the surface most days. Sometimes it’s a tightness in your chest when you walk into a room that used to feel perfectly fine. I probably don’t need to explain that sleep weirdly rides off into the sunset. Another example: there are two people that text me, and when those names pop up, my stomach drops every time, no exceptions. Maybe you keep brushing off the same feeling in your gut, or temples, or chest, or strangely like me, the backs of your hands (idk, guys) that says  something here is not right.  For a long time, most of us try to override it, because we were trained to. We weren’t taught t...