Here’s to the hard seasons. Here’s to the hard seasons built by moments that started small and few, but spiraled towards much and many- the culmination of difficult feats and disastrous blows. Here’s to the seasons that humble you, to the seasons that lay you flat and strip you bare. Here’s to the transitions that remind you, once … More On Hard Seasons
Mothering itty bitty vegetables from seed to harvest has been a strange desire on my bucket list for years. Carrots, with their knobby roots and wild stems, have always been a particular fancy of mine. Every summer I fantasize of the satisfaction that must follow yanking one of those stubborn vegetables from the ground. I imagine firmly gripping each bushy stalk and giving … More Carrots And Dreams
Feel the sun shining down on you— its tangible warmth, its gentle glow— and know: Christ’s love for you is far greater, and far more real, than even the sun that drapes across your bare shoulders. This is your one true identity.
Adjusting to your life when life inevitably happens, unscripted in all its glory- this is a hard thing. When you are treading through the murk of unexpected and prolonged hardship, you must learn to adapt. … More Of Potholes and Tenderness
I remember it well – the wild way the fog held close to the peaks of those blue mountains, trapped in clefts and crevices like slow, low-hanging clouds. The white vapor hung precariously, as though it wanted to rise but had hit a glass ceiling, an impenetrable wall. So, it settled instead. The sky was the lightest, most fragile shade of cotton … More Beautiful Storm
Oh, sweet, sweet sister. I know. If you are reading this right now, I can sense it. Maybe you feel it too, the soft breeze that exudes from the white flag that waves, the quiet one above your heart. It has taken so many hits. I can tell, just by what the look in your eyes speaks … More To the Lonely Heart on Valentine’s (to a sister)
It’s late January. The month of my birth, and the first month of the year, it is also the month when my aging body grows tired of the cold. When my bones ache from the freeze. January, for me, is when the charm of winter starts to fade just as quickly as the pure white snow can turn itself muddy and gray. Christmas has come. Jesus and the New Year have come, … More Keeping a Warm Soul (Waiting for May)
Boxes and boxes. So many boxes. And in the kitchen pantry- six bags of Meijer brand powdered sugar. Cooking utensils lay naked on the counter top in anticipatory use; they too will soon find themselves packaged up, stored away. Clothes and old snow boots are sprawled across the sun-drenched July floor. It’s nine in the … More Make Room for Change: Welcoming the New Year
God’s faithfulness towards us is sustaining and subtly sweet.
Welcome to the wandering years. … More The Unwelcome Wander
What I learned from a bug, from watching his relentless pursuit of a light bulb. Join me with your favorite mug and some strong coffee… … More Light