I have some big news and for those who read my last newsletter (The God of Lost Things) you'll really get why. If you haven't and want to subscribe or read the last one in the archives you can do that here--> Enter your email addresspowered by TinyLetter I may have been a child, traipsing about with the Himalayas as my backdrop. I sang worship songs in a circle, my crisscrossed chicken legs splayed out in every direction. God was both nebulous and near. A common Holy thing. As …
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When We Need to Lament: An Incourage Post
The sheet breaks loose from the gurney and the plastic mattress lurches up like a belch when I curl myself fetal. I struggle to position myself away from my body. To push my synapses away from muscle and bone and receptors and find solace in the quiet hush of a body without pain. But the agony lives in me. How does one escape what hurts from the inside out? Continue Reading... …
The Truth Is I am Tired: An (in)courage Post
Sometimes I write and people tell me I’m brave. Because I write hard things. Because I dive past the small talk and tell you where it hurts. Because I don’t want to pretend. Because I tell you it’s ok if you hurt too, I know the balm for the scars we carry, the antidote to utter despair, the flicker of light when your feet stumble and bruise in the dark night. Because I tell you He is big enough to be met with your doubts and your worries. I want to invite you to meet Him, know Him more, see …
