For those with small voices

Very often, the voices that are heard are the ones that speak the loudest. The ones that are brash, enthusiastic, confident, and sure. The voices that take up space. The voices that suck the air out of the room. And yet, what does it mean for us, when God says he has a voice that … More For those with small voices

Poem for a Friend

She shifts in her chairunsure and unawareof what the future holdsor who might hold her. Because a road diverged into the woodand she certainly took the oneless travelled. Her feet tread a steeper path,but even stillshe remains steadfast.She sets her gazeon God’s faceand trains her mindto findthe good, perfect, lovely, and kind. Her life is … More Poem for a Friend

One Year Out: Reflections on a Good God in a Bad Year

As the one year “anniversary” of the COVID-19 shutdowns passes this weekend, we once again took some time away to reflect, write (and eat far too many pretzels + peanut butter M&Ms).  Yes, this year was filled with grief, weird documentaries, TikTok challenges, and cancelled plans, but through it all we each have testimonies of … More One Year Out: Reflections on a Good God in a Bad Year

Remembering the Grand Canyon (God of Wonder)

We took a family vacation to the Grand Canyon during the summer of 2008. It was June, and I was sixteen. We boarded a red eye flight to Flagstaff, Arizona, suitcases bursting with t-shirts and sunscreen. The plane was silent aside from my father’s calm voice, reassuring me at take-off. He spoke easily and composedly. He said that we would make it there safe. He was right. … More Remembering the Grand Canyon (God of Wonder)

On Being Present

I’m so easily swept away from the present moment— by my own running mind, by to-do lists, by the busyness of life. Soft sunrises and cricket harmonies were made for people like me— tangible reminders that pull me down to earth and ground me where I stand. God speaks through his creation, in a million … More On Being Present

The Words that Hold it All Together

It’s late August now in Michigan, and crickets croak in the afternoon heat. Their song is comforting and smooth, a predictable symphony that will usher in a Midwest autumn. By September the leaves will start to turn. Cinnamon and nutmeg, cardigans and leather boots. Burgundy, eggplant. The seasons won’t delay. But, right now it’s still the in-between, with both sticky air … More The Words that Hold it All Together