Our environment is frequently one of pointing fingers, of endless blame and taking sides. It seems there is always something to argue about or someone to criticize. It can simply get exhausting. There are, at […]
“She is so gifted.” “I just work at a restaurant.” “Wow, I’m not doing that.” I have heard so many statements like these. These words often suggest that what one is doing is not enough. […]
I carried the container of sand home on a three-hour road trip. Sun and friendship and salty air will always be fond memories connected to that little bag of sand. And something else—brokenness. The glorious […]
Did you ever have a beloved blankie as a child? Mine was a splotchy, magenta beauty I abused until it was in pieces. I cherished it. My mom did not. When I looked for it […]
It was the fall of 2015 and I had never wept so incessantly before in my life. It was ridiculous and I knew it was. Yet grief comes. Moving sixteen hundred miles to run on […]
Those who know my father will remember well his laughter ringing through the church sanctuary. But can they discern his mumble over the rhythm of the washing machine? Would they recognize the way his feet […]
“God did get angry with him because he didn’t want to,” my mother chuckled one day in the kitchen. “No,” I responded, pondering this thought. “God wasn’t angry because He didn’t want to; God was […]
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