Keeping Track of Sorrows
Let’s acknowledge that it hurts. At times it is a searing, sharp pain and other times it’s an underlying throb. Either way, something is missing. There was a Sunday before...
A Letter to the One Returning Home
Seven years ago, with all my earthly belongings bundled into two 50 pound suitcases, I flagged my last taxi to the airport. I dozed on the 13 hour flight arcing...
Why I Should Be a Pillar of Salt and Other Thoughts on Remembering
There are sensations that stick with you for life. When I recall my earliest memories it is of the blue/brown/green mix of shag carpet in our living room. I would...
Just Get Over It Already {The Grove: Forgive }
I thought I was over it. At a women’s retreat with our organization, I shared some of my most recent struggles with a member care counselor....
An Adventure in Forgiveness
The topic of forgiveness can quickly become overly heavy and difficult. Sometimes, by just hearing the word, my memory kicks into full gear. The heart-pounding emotions of...
The Question Heard Round the World
The famous shot in American history heard round the world actually wasn’t. Heard round the world, that is. Let’s get all nitpicky, shall we, as it was probably heard by...
Insomnia: Mostly I’m Not Afraid to Go to Bed
Mostly, I am not afraid of going to bed anymore. But there are nights, after a cup of chamomile tea, some yoga, and a bit of journaling, when I think,...
When the Connections Appear to Dim
“Your father has Alzheimers” – that was the diagnosis given to us several years ago. The weight of that statement struck our hearts with dread and a heaviness of...
Praising God through the Pain
Seven years, two countries, multiple new friendships, hundreds of blog posts, countless conversations – all have passed since “that” night. And yet each August I still lean into the Father...
The Blessing in the Burning
I was twelve when my house burned down. We were playing cards in our living room, in our log cabin, in small town Outer Mongolia when we heard what sounded...
