Wanna know my problem? I’ll tell you. I have too many things I want to do. Too many dreams and plans and goals to put my attention on. I always have. And in moments of snarky confidence I say, So what? I’m just too good at too many things. And then go on with my …
Disillusion Speaks with Razors in her Voice
Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.Eph 6:13 Truth, peace, righteousness, faith, and the Spirit - that I may withstand the evil day, and open my mouth boldly to make known the mystery of the gospel. These …
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To Love and Be Loved
I sat on the far side of the room looking at the two people I loved most in the world, him in the chair to my left, her on the couch to my right. The pain and sorrow was palpable in the room. I was 25 — a free loving hippie, flower child who sang …
Blood and Bone
I didn’t wake up with gratitude this morning. I forgot. So I’ll think on it now. (I woke up thinking about getting the kids to school.) Thankful that I am healthy enough to work out hard and not break myself.Thankful for family that can watch my kids so we can go out of town.I’m thankful …
The Art of Surrender
When I say the word surrender, what comes to mind? Someone throwing their hands up when they’re caught or threatened? Someone surrendering when they are being over powered - like in a wrestling match, or when they know they’ve been beaten at chess? Or maybe someone surrendering their life to death after a battle with …
Hiding in caves and other stupid things we do.
And the light dawns. I mean give it enough time and the sun does eventually peek over the horizon. But man, is it ever scary before that first ray of light hits. I sat in the courtyard, the sound of children playing floated on the wind from the orphanage across the street, the dust mingling …
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Brave enough to be awake
Fall is coming, my friends... and with it the wistful hope of dying things. I dreamed about my sister last night... that we were at a family get together but I spent all my time doing other, stupid things and then realized as we were all getting in line for a big family picture, that …
Ally: The Story of an Ocean Girl (part 3, the star song)
(For part one, click here) (For part two, click here) Ally opened her eyes. The sun shone warm on her skin, the sand beneath her was her cradle. She lay very still, listening to the sound of the waves caressing the sand. The night had passed and the sky was once again a clear, brilliant …
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Ally: The story of an ocean girl (part two, dark night of the soul)
To read part one go here Ally spent hours going deeper and deeper into the ocean, trying to stop the ache in her heart. She learned how to dive under the strong waves and ride them back to the shore. She swam out over the reefs and explored the intricate lace of the coral, making …
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the God-forsaken
In my last blog (which you can see here) I wrote the phrase “...it made more sense than anything in my god-forsaken life” - and I added, “because i’ve been feeling god-forsaken.” I said this as an afterthought of sorts and I realize people reading my blog don’t really know me and don’t know where …
