The Story of the Velvet Ash Tree
Three and a half years ago, I sat on a porch, sipping tea, when a seed of an idea planted itself in my head. Friends, I had...
Live Into The Limits
He spoke light and it was. He called out to the ocean depths and they swelled up, but met the shore and came no further. There is no place we...
When The One Who Waits For You Isn’t There Anymore
You always knew that grandma was waiting for you. She’d be sitting in her chair, crocheting an afghan for a new baby or a high school graduate. Or maybe she’d...
We’re Supposed To Get Broken
I had a bit of a revelation in the park the other morning a few weeks back. My husband was away on another training weekend in the...
Ignore or Heed?
A year ago anxiety consumed me. All of the stress and miscommunication and underlying tension of the past year and a half on the field were peaking. Burnout was no...
Keeping Up Appearances {and Then Not Keeping Them}
Thankful. Joyful. I hung these words up on my wall, written on cute little bunting banners, a year ago. I wanted them to be the defining aspects of...
The God Who Wants To Hear Your Story
I’ve always loved the story of Hagar. I simply thrill at her proclamation of “the God who sees me.” I scoop that name up and tuck it into my heart,...
The Turning Point For Me
When we moved overseas, I thought the adjustment would be easy. I had already lived in our host country for three months as a single woman, so...
Stay Salty, My Friends
If we are writing as a ministry to you gals, we should probably have our junk together. Probably. But the blasted reality of being...
Dreams on the Altar
Twenty six. I read it in a Laura Ingalls Wilder book as a girl. The whispers behind gloved hands, the looks of pity for the woman who...
