The pit is where we find Him. I imagine it’s where He likes to pace, anticipating our fall into depths of pain and ache that find no solace other than the dank cement under our feet. It isn’t that we hit the bottom with a thud. No, it’s that we climb down there to findContinue reading “A Word from the Cement”
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Wilted
The flowers have been dead for weeks. I’ve been telling my husband that we need to dump the flower pots. The mums died months ago, and the flowers that were there before died even longer ago. The plants are wilted over the side, and it’s like death is sitting on our doorstep. “We need toContinue reading “Wilted”
Shadowfeet
It seems unnatural to go dark when everyone, including me, has a platform. What a weird time in the world, right? (And let us all note the irony, considering I am here, right now, standing on a platform talking about something.) I get overwhelmed by American Christianity pretty easily. Actually, it’s the Christianity of womenContinue reading “Shadowfeet”
The Gracious Word
Given the right space and time, I’d like to think that I am capable of just about anything. But often, there isn’t enough space, nor enough time to do what I would like to. It’s like the house I live in now–every inch used up, with no excess. It’s how my mind feels these days,Continue reading “The Gracious Word”
Behind & Before
Starting is the hardest part. The unknown frustrates me. The fear is tempted to spread like wildfire. I’m tempted to run. If we’ve ever had a lengthy conversation, you’ll know that I am a processor. I never respond without thought. I almost always keep my opinion to myself unless it’s warranted, and I feel safeContinue reading “Behind & Before”
She Is Me & I Am Her
Before I knew her, I wasn’t sure of her. She was brave and free, and I was not. I was uncertain, cautious, and questioning. No, I am those things, still. And yet, she is me, too–the version of myself that walks down a path that not many trek with the wind at her back and theContinue reading “She Is Me & I Am Her”
In the Flames
I realized in middle school that I really loved giving speeches. So imagine how tickled I was when I found out my freshman year, I was required to take a speech class. Don’t get me wrong–part of me actually hated having to get in front of my peers and talk about things I only sortContinue reading “In the Flames”
