I’m teaching the importance of words. I hope my kids learn this. But first I have to learn it myself and these lessons are hard learned. Words matter. The things we speak to each other frame the content of our lives. The things we speak to ourselves determine what we believe. So I teach my children God is good. His Word is good. I teach them to usher in praise when the world seems to crumble and groan and stretch in anguish. I teach them that every broken thing cries out for redemption and …
Where Is Home to Me?
We cannot have reconciliation without first having truth. I. I climb back into my minivan, fumbling with my keys. My face is blazing, my breath coming in short bursts, fevered and sour on my tongue and in that moment I don’t know whether I want to explode in a stream of expletives or lay my head down on the steering wheel and weep. Maybe both. My mom is waiting in the passenger seat and I relay my story to her, words tumbling out of my mouth blistering with rage. Minutes before I’d stood in …
When We All Just Want to Belong: A Guest Post by Cara Meredith
One of the things I love most about this writing life is the people whose stories criss-cross your own. We all intersect somewhere in some way but finding those connecting points can be tough. The thing I love most about meeting up with other writers is how quickly we all seem to cut through the small talk and the pleasantries and get right down to it. Words are important and we'd rather not waste them on trivialities. So when my writer friend, Cara Meredith, told me she was vacationing with her …
