I woke up weeping twice last week. The dreamed anguish spilling out and pooling on my pillow: the imagined bleeding into reality. Both times, I dreamt a family member died. We all know this pain—in the already-experienced pang of loss or in the wary waiting, knowing what’s to come amidst having “them” near. The reality … Continue reading The Seeds We Are: on death and resurrection
He is teaching me, through the strained-neck searching for what’s around the bend, to trust His timing and plan. Not even a decade ago, it felt simple to know my needs would be met. Protected under my childhood roof, seated at an abundant table, living off the fruits of my family’s labor, I didn’t know … Continue reading Yes and Amen: letting prayer grow our trust and break our doubt
I’m sitting here, cuddled on the couch in my great grandmother’s quilt, staring out into the snowy world beyond. There’s always something thrilling about turning the calendar to January. We see the social feed filled with thoughts about resolutions and whether or not they will be made. We see the end-of-year thoughts and praises and … Continue reading New Year, New Day Thoughts: hopes and prayers to be a little more like Jesus.
Much of my childhood could be represented by the casual question: “why are you so quiet?” As if that had a simple answer. I encountered this question at school, at church, at home when people visited and—generally—anywhere I went. In high school, one of my teachers suggested before the entire class that my “superlative” for … Continue reading When the Quiet Girl Speaks: thoughts on identity, comparison, and little “g” gods
Lately, it’s been hard to find soul quiet in which to sink down, rest safe. But, even in this unrest, prayer has come more naturally—more needfully—to these dry lips lacking Water. Why need it be the hard that pulls us to God? The hurting church—licking its wounds. The disconsolate life—sucked dry by entertainment. The gun-ravaged … Continue reading Whisper Words: thoughts in the aftermath of tragedy
Out of the blue, she spoke the biting words, aimed at me, in front of what felt like a crowd. I didn’t say anything—couldn’t look up from the computer—but in that moment my spirit hardened and my own biting words formed themselves loud and shouting in my mind. And this introverted mouth barely held them … Continue reading The War We Wage: some practical thoughts against anger and self-righteousness
I am craving vulnerability, folks. Realness. And though my flesh is desperately trying to regenerate itself over these humble bones, I’m dying to be naked and unashamed—baring the soul to showcase the Soul-Maker. Covering up all our real-ness closes off the mind to the things of Christ. Because I am not a perfect Instagram page. … Continue reading The Chronicles of an Unfinished Woman