For over a decade now I've raced into some crazy places where single young women "should't be" with all of the thrilling gumption a passerby might not suspect an otherwise quiet, nerdy person of having. Words fail to convey what a humbling taste of Heaven it's been to rejoice with those who rejoice and weep… Continue reading Nomad No More
Of all of the words I’ve ever heard, three are most thread throughout the days that my mind can pull from memory’s files. My mother has said them more times than I could possibly begin to count since the Lord saved us from our darker days. She has giggled, tickled, and cried them, whispered and… Continue reading Those three little words…
Last night, in the midst of an evening of worship lead by incredibly talented musicians, the band unplugged, the lights came down, and Erik asked if anyone had a story of "Ebenezer Stones." When it comes to my family, man we've got stories. We've been abused and abusive to others and have embraced just about… Continue reading This is my story; this is my song.
Every February my mother pauses at key moments to remember with me what happened in 1990. Sometimes she has simply walked into my bedroom as close to 3:08 as she could catch to sit on the edge of my bed. Even when we've been on opposite sides of the world, she's left voicemails. Because this… Continue reading We Remember
May we be relentless truth seekers holding fast to the confession of our faith, the eternal, unfailing goodness of our God. May we not shy away from asking the difficult questions. Why sorrow? Why loneliness? Why tragedy? Why silence? When will it end? What's the point? 15 If I had said, "I will speak thus,"… Continue reading “Pray then like this”
My dear friend Jean has spent the past eight years or so showing me what it is to get to know others intentionally, to be the hands and heart of Christ when and where we don't necessarily have to be. Over the simplicities of sweet tea and card games she has had this way of looking… Continue reading Bangladesh
Another long post for my girls, for all the single ladies, because many have asked about it over coffee and there may be others who would benefit from hearing, but wouldn't ask. You know, like in math class. Let me tell you a story from a few years back, because we need to be talking about… Continue reading When a Heart Breaks