In my father’s last days, his hunger vanished. As he shrunk like a hollowed out husk, his spirit being gathered by the very hand of God, his appetites died within him. The hospice nurse handed me a pamphlet about the stages of death and closed her palm gently over the back of my hand. “Fluid and food decrease. Your loved one may want little or no food or fluid. The body will naturally conserve energy required for the task ahead. Food is no longer needed. As the end-of-life …
In Defense of Beauty: A SheLoves Post
It’s true. Sometimes I tire of the poets and I want plain words. Unhurried, slow words with lazy syllables. Maybe even stilted words that fall like heavy bricks and land with a singular purpose. But even then, we’re building. I just fed you a simile, even if filled with clay and dust. Words are busy little things, so much more than the feel in your mouth as you roll the letters down your tongue or march them through your teeth. They are meaning and vision, color and sound, texture and taste. …
Walking in the Dark: An Incourage Devotional
There have been many times the physical, mental, and emotional trials in my life have felt insurmountable. Sometimes it’s hard to imagine God’s goodness in the face of suffering and grace does not seem sufficient for the weakness inherent in this jar of clay. You’d think a better option would be stainless steel, something that won’t rust or crack or wear out. But God chooses the weak to shame the strong... Continue Reading at Incourage …
