I’d like to think

There are certain times, certain hours, certain days and certain months, I’d like to bypass if I could. For example: Valentine’s Day. Some baby showers. New Year’s Eve, when the clock strikes midnight. And the faint – yet burning – flickers of envy, sorrow, and shame that flood my heart when another friend texts me … More I’d like to think

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

Tensions

I am taut. Taught. To hold everything in balance. The reality with hope, the sorrow with gladness. But some days, I’m not so sure. And I feel like a bridge suspended between strong winds, Wondering: If I drop one end, who falls? I have grown. Known. A heart that beats dichotomously Just like the world … More Tensions

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

Stars and Grace: I

Something I do when my heart is overwhelmed is look up at the stars. I tilt back my head and let my hair fall loose, feeling like I did back in the tenth grade while standing at the rim of the Grand Canyon, at sunset. It was June and I was sixteen. Tourists flocked at the edge, … More Stars and Grace: I

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