True confession: Sometimes church people are rude. Am I allowed to say that? God, I hope so. I desperately long for a place where I can sort it all out. I need to make sense of the pain. I am trying very hard to move past the wounds. Are you? I am not mad. Nor … Continue reading When Church Hurts
I wasn't kind. In a knee-jerk flash, the words had spilled from my mouth. To bring them back was impossible. I scurried and scrambled in my failings to fix what I'd fractured. I confessed that I was worried I had embarrassed the person I spoke so carelessly to, but what's truer is that I had … Continue reading Your First Aid Kit For Surviving Embarrassment
Do you have people? This question matters, and I'll tell you why. It's for times like this. The last couple weeks, I haven't had it in me to do a lot of showing up. But I haven't had to. My people did the showing up for me. The relationships God has been building, before I … Continue reading How To Find Your People
Do you feel too reliant on other people's ideas to have great ideas of your own? I know I do. Listen. I'm a Jesus-loving, self-denying, proud-to-be-available for all the others aunt. And sister. And daughter. And friend. I love all that. I really do. But all of that keeps me really busy. And sometimes I … Continue reading Doctor’s Orders For The Busy Soul
The invitations are everywhere. We've been invited to God's very best. There is a bouncer who calls Himself fear, and he's scary. Or she is. At first she seems nice. As crazy as it is, I think that we're friends. It's a mystery to me because she never lets me in. I guess secretly, I … Continue reading How To Find The Invitations Hidden In Fear
It's a Saturday night, and the power is out in my home due to storms. I'm at work. I decide to charge my phone there before I go home. I return to find the charger right where I left it. There just isn't a phone attached to the end of it. I'll be honest. I'm … Continue reading Can A Stolen Phone Be A Gift From God?
Security. Confidence. They're heavy words. It's difficult to spill words onto a page without forcing them into a usable mold. But I know that's exactly what this practice is about. It's the necessity for a space to simply exist. As I am. As you are. Without effort. Or analysis. And editing. Which I'm already doing. … Continue reading How Do You Take Cover?
I've been wondering who it is that I write for. I consider that it must be some version of me, just a few steps before here- as in right now. I search for the very first intentions that moved my pen to meet paper. And more than that, the very thoughts that forced me to … Continue reading Not This Again
