I think there’s something beautiful about childlike faith as a follower of Jesus. It is not blind or naive. We are well aware of our circumstances and opposition, yet to have childlike faith is to choose into believing that God is greater than any circumstance, is with us in the midst of every circumstance, and He is worth being trusted through it all. … More No More Striving
One of my favorite memories of her is a light in the shadows of the darkest season of my life. For two weeks while she battled cancer, my mom was in a coma. We still don’t know why, but her first chemo treatment sent her into a slumber that left us worrying she would never … More Light of Love
I am suddenly very aware that my cheeks are sore from laughing. I would not have expected that, not on this day. 12.3.2016: The day my dad married a woman that was not my mother. Of course, I expected it to be a day of celebration, but it surpassed my expectations. On this day, I have … More 12.3.16: Mourning to Joy
Three years ago on this day, my mama took her last breath on earth and opened her eyes to the face of Jesus. I could try to find words, but this poet expressed everything I want to say. Thank you, Martha Snell Nicholson, for painting such a beautiful picture: Along the golden streets A stranger walks tonight … More 11.26: “Since Yesterday”
From the pain of loss, God has brought forth beauty. In wells forged by sorrow, He has caused new joy to spring up. In this, I see evidence of His unconditional love toward us. … More Part I: My Dad Got Married Today
Facing a fear does not conquer it. Fear does not respond to passive action. It is aggressive, binding, and crippling in the most subtle of ways. Fear responds to an active defiance of its false power because in that, it is powerless. … More Facing Fear
Is protecting my kingdom more important than loving my neighbor? In a shaking earth, can we experience what it is to live from the knowledge that we have received a kingdom that cannot be shaken? … More The Earth Is Shaking…
On today, the day my Mama would have turned 60 years old, my sister Lizzy and I went to the lake and had a picnic for dinner. We spent some time just staring out at the lake and thinking back on God’s faithfulness, thanking Him for the blessing of calling her Mama, for the years … More In Mama’s Words
Sigh. A single breath. An exhalation. I wonder. What does it look like after the last breath leaves one’s lips? When vision now cloaked in shadow is transformed in resplendent light? I close my eyes to open the eyes of my heart to a vision of hope. There are fields of bright green dotted with flowers … More 2.20.2015: Yellow Flowers
The past season has been a difficult season that has kept me from writing, but my heart yearns to write again, to put into words all that has been brewing in my heart and mind this past year. It is a slow process, slower than it has ever been before. I am working at overcoming fear and learning … More Cocoon
hope in the wandering 