I saw a blog post the other day on Facebook. It was written by a new friend with a kindred heart. The picture accompanying it is familiar. It’s shown up in my stream and in posts and news articles all week. My eyes want to move away from it. I carry these things clumsily, my heart breaks so easily and some days all I have on my lips are the Psalms to ask why God? Sometimes I can't bring words out from the pain I see, only whispered prayers, "Jesus, we need you." Faith is my assurance that He …
When Hollowed and Holy Quiet Speaks Loudest: On Hospitality
We’re sitting in the glow of neon, the golden arches casting pale yellow and red on the asphalt where we’re parked. I’m sipping iced tea even thought it’s cold and we’re clutched by winters deep spell, flurries scattering around outside haphazardly lacking the stamina to collect themselves on the ground. The windshield wiper swipes at them randomly streaking the window with frost. I’ve pulled my hat down low over my unwashed hair and my arms wrap across me as if my embrace could somehow hold …
Surrendering Envy and Being Enough
Even her sweat is cute. Her cheeks flush a blushing pink like a peony petal, opened up and covered in dew, as poreless as a baby’s. Her hair curls in damp wisps around her face as she lifts a water bottle to her glossed lips and my gaze flicks away from her to the full length mirrors lining the walls of the gym. My New Year’s resolutions started with a gym membership where a man with biceps the size of my toddler’s head took my picture and managed to capture an angle that gave me at least two …
