Beloved are You
Beloved are you who, like Eve, saw the vine dripping with delicacies and plucked it’s forbidden fruit. Many nights you have grieved a harvest stained by your past. Yet you rise from the ashes, …
Beloved are you who, like Eve, saw the vine dripping with delicacies and plucked it’s forbidden fruit. Many nights you have grieved a harvest stained by your past. Yet you rise from the ashes, …
Only a few times over the past week have I cracked my heart open to feel the weight of what is happening in Ukraine. Most of the time I protect my heart from the full capacity of this sorrow, because …
I hate to fly. Not in the sense, “I hate to fly because airports are annoying and rude customers are aggravating.” But rather, I hate to fly because I might, best case scenario, throw up …
Standing on the banks of uncertainty, I, like Jacob, wrestled with God. I anguished in the not knowing. I wrung my hands over my unknown future. Would the other side of the river hold tender …
This picture can hardly do justice to the messy situation residing inside my purse. I usually keep the mess tucked away and out of view, but I became quite self-conscious this morning as I realized I …
I sat surrounded by limp babies blushed with fever, several women crying in agonizing pain, and more than a few who smelled of alcohol and life lived on the street. The young lady who sat beside …
As I sat down to type a post recently I realized that even though I could share the lessons learned, much of the story would have to go untold. This lack of transparency felt inauthentic, and if we …
Not too long ago God broke my heart when He denied a miracle I had prayed for with great faith. Not only had he told me No, but we answer to received was unjust and horrifically painful. I took it up …
This time of year often brings with it the rumblings of worry and anxiety. About every other year we know a move is on the horizon. People begin to ask us where we are going next, or when we will find …
Not too long ago God broke my heart when He denied a prayer I had prayed with great faith. Not only had he denied the prayer, but the answer we received was unjust and horrifically painful. What do we …
I have never been good at resting. Sleeping, well, I have that nailed. But not resting. On the spectrum between Martha and Mary, I lean far towards Martha; the girl that races to complete the …
In the world of Christian women, there is a great tug-of-war over the phrase, “I am enough.” Some use it liberally, others not at all. Some wave it as a banner to rally around, others …