where my heart and His Story collide
Speaking Hard Things Have you ever wanted to say something to someone you care about and can't? Been too scared and wimpy to speak truth in love? Thought you had no leg to stand on in the matter, anyway? Well that's me right now, anyway. And I'm considering typing it up and sharing it with… Continue reading Everything is Beautiful in its Time (a gentle reminder to a sister and also to myself)
The Menagerie The Menagerie Listen, I was managing this menagerie as well as could be expected. Or, at least like an inexpensive doggie daycare might. No one learning new things or even listening to anything, yet, fed, loved, played with and, most importantly, still alive. But now? Well, I'm gonna let you in on a… Continue reading Fur Friends and Frazzled Nerves
Note: This post was written last year. It's essentially my heart on matters of racial relations inside the church of America. I've been nervous to share, so sat on it. I hope where you disagree, it would be prayerfully or, at least, kindly. I don't tread into these waters lightly, preferring to keep from anything… Continue reading Race, The Church, and Listening in Love
Just a Baby She stared long at the sky, silenced by the hard realization that her life had changed forever. Cigarette smoke swirled around her, each drag feeling both desperately needed and suffocating, while her head also swirled anxiously with both shock and disbelief sharing equal space. "It's just a baby," she thought. "Hardly the… Continue reading Is this you, God?
It was a typical weekday morning. My body slowly began to awake, eyes opening, then closing back every so often. I don't wake up with a bang. Never have. When I was really young I woke up well before the sun, though the process was the same. Slowly awakening, body and mind, to the new… Continue reading One Day When I Was Twenty-two
First Love I knew him, or more like knew of him for two years because we went to school together, before we actually started hanging out and I'd begun to crush hard. He had a plain name and an everyday, boy next door face. He looked younger than he was and shorter than most. He… Continue reading First Loves
You know, for the longest time I had this really odd habit. When something hard or bad was happening, I believed my life should stop. Including my goals, desires, and random interests. Even, laughter. Like, nothing else should matter and any current living should be relocated to the back burner. Or, clean off the stove… Continue reading Free Fall
Shifting Seasons I'm not writing much anymore. My focus is shifting. Attention, a bit waning. I wonder why, too? Although, I suppose it's because I wander too much around my world and worries. They always seem bigger. Larger somehow than God. Than His goodness and my purpose. Though maybe it's just a season, since there's one… Continue reading The Truth About Tangelo (and, really all) Trees
The Beginning The excitement and newness of God wears off. Have you noticed? After the wooing and the awe, the seeing of sin and our need of saving. The dropping in shame, the rising in grace, the washing away of old and the re-birth of a new creation... After the walking. The learning. The drinking… Continue reading Knowing and Loving
Redeemed Ruth 