This is a tender, holy, freeing truth. He is ever the gracious Giver, ever the joyful Benefactor in our relationship, the Source of life itself.
Come, He Needs Nothing From You
The Belly of my Ship
This is my hope in life and death. In pandemic quarantines, and chronic illness, and uncertainty about loved one’s health. In anxiety, and weakness, and broken bodies, and the world’s innumerable sadnesses. Jesus is still alive, even when it doesn't feel like Easter.
If We Are Kings and Queens
Self-deprecation comes naturally to me, and in my brokenness it often feels right to slouch in a corner, to make myself small under shame for fear of doing wrong. At the window by the pines though, the Spirit speaks to me of a better way.
Your Achingly Beautiful Perseverance
I’m not sure about the exact numbers, but a good portion (maybe most) of the books I’ve read for leisure in the past few years have been memoir. So many things about the form captivate me. The intersection of storytelling and deep reflection, the invitation to walk the landscape of the memory through well-crafted vignettes, …
For My Sisters
What woman is this?Earth on her hands from fields not yielding,Eyes to the horizon and face set as flint,Her lips part for prayer and laughter. You whose song risesIn empty orchards and by barren vines,You walk this soil clothed in honor—Surely, you are her daughters.
Keeping Heart 