Where’s Our Hope?

Gina Butz expectations, faith, hope 0 Comments

I’ve never been an optimist. I don’t like to call myself a pessimist, though. I prefer “realist” because it sounds better. Less of a downer. I just don’t want to be disappointed. Who does? Yet all the time, in so many ways, we hope. I hope that the light will stay green until I get through it, or there will be …

Why I Don’t Teach Sunday School . . . or . . . Finding My Yes

Gina Butz expectations, grace, identity 8 Comments

You will never see me teaching Sunday School to children. It took me years to be able to say that without embarrassment. What kind of person isn’t willing to teach children? Does Gina not like children? Does she not see the great potential in shepherding young souls? These are the questions I was sure people would ask. When my kids …

Drop the Hot Dog – Learning to Feed on What Truly Satisfies

Gina Butz dependence on God, expectations, identity, loved 4 Comments

Confession: While I deeply want to be loved for who I am (and fear that I might not be), I settle for admiration. It feels like love. But that’s like eating a hot dog when what I need is rich soul food. It’s easier, feeding off admiration. Admiration is more accessible. It’s more within my control to seek out the …

Free 2017 planner!

Gina Butz expectations, growth, word of the year 8 Comments

I love planning, calendars, setting goals, and checking boxes. End of the year reflection and future planning is my jam. I have tried so many kinds of planners, but none of them quite fit my style. Then digital products came along and the battle between cute, paper planners and practical, accessible apps on my phone began. Enter Gina’s personal planner …

Are You Looking for God in the Right Places?

Gina Butz expectations, faith 2 Comments

One morning last week my husband told me there was a hawk in the backyard. I glanced out the kitchen window and observed nothing. Later, he came in again and asked, “Did you see the hawk?” “No,” I replied, assuming it flew away. “It’s still there. It’s been there all morning.” I looked out again, scanning the trees. No hawk. Maybe …