Are you ever just standing? I don’t mean leaning leisurely under the shade of a giant tree; or at the base of some magnificent thing that you are observing. I mean just standing. Like you are at the edge of a bridge, a sturdy one – not the kind you are afraid will give way beneath you, but you don’t cross over. Or like you got to the top of the slide and just stood there, looking at it. … More Just Standing
Advocate or abdicate? The voice inside your head,
The one that poses questions which you have come to dread,
Asks this one with clarity, without even a stutter.
You hear it in your gut, but you long for another.
It never stops asking, though you choose to ignore … More Advocate or Abdicate
I have rarely spoken his name and almost never heard it said. That’s the part about miscarriage that makes you feel insane. You fall instantly in love with someone you have never met, never seen, and have barely known. I decided afterwards that I needed to give my baby a name and a gender. Of … More Isaac, My Little Lamb
I have not always been merciful to my community and it has not always been kind to me. I have doubted its loyalty and distanced myself from the possibility of pain. I have shown up unwilling to work or waver in my stubbornness. I have listened to the lies that my feelings told and let them rot and spoil in the dampness of my mind. I have not treated my community’s wounds because I believed that it had earned them. But I am committed to my community as a wife commits to her husband. … More Commitment to Community
I wrote this song as a five-year-old who loved dirt and sticks…I had no idea back then that these words would resurface in therapy as an adult and that I would be the one that needed to hear them. … More The Girl With A Fountain On Her Head
Grief is a hike in the woods on a trail you’ve never taken before. There is a pounding fear of being completely lost interrupted by the relief of seeing a trail marker. The path ahead is long; so long in fact, that you might never see the end. But there are signs along the way to remind you that you are on the right track, moving in the right direction. Coping with loss is more about looking for the trail markers than it is about seeing the end. … More A Hike in Unfamiliar Woods
I’ve been trying my whole life to be the best version of myself. To make people happy. To make a difference. To be significant on this earth. But still this phrase finds me convicted. I have given it my all time and time again, always. But it hasn’t been for His highest (holiest) vision for … More His Highest (Holiest) Vision
When you’re a kid with a coin, there are basically two things that you can do. You can throw your coin in a fountain, where it will immediately be lost in a copper field at the base of the water. And make a wish. Or you can put it in a slot in the back … More The Man With The Slot on His Back
God is not just radical; He is gentle. He is rearing us with both a firm hand and the quiet pats of evening sleep. He reminds us that we are not forsaken, teaches us to rest through the darkness, and lulls is into peaceful dreams. … More God’s Gentle Patting
Partnership is hard. It is work, sacrifice, and trust. It is believing that the person opposite you in life and love will protect your vulnerability. It is easy to mistake self-loathing for humility and work ethic for service. But those are human projections of Divine characteristics. God woke me up to a sunrise in Ireland … More Partnership is worth it