I would accuse God of not caring, but why did I care, if not because he did?
Why We Care
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.
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, …
My Boy’s Question, and Mine Too
Sometimes, the questions we hurl in desperation to the sky are signs we are holding onto the mustard seed of faith entrusted to us, even though we walk weary and broken in this world. Sometimes our why’s themselves are a sign of belief in a world where tornadoes exist.
Grief and Gratitude
We can do both. Weep and shout. And it’s ok if you can’t tell apart the sound of one from the other.
Keeping Heart 