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It doesn’t happen often, but I migrated south and am sitting here near Tampa, typing on my Grandparent’s couch. Here, with the forest green carpet and mint green walls, the cookies in Tupperware on the dining room buffet. Here, with the photo albums stocked with memories—their years of travels to Japan. Here, with the late-night … Continue reading Contradictions
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