Love Embodied (the year of gathering)
If you don’t remember much about the words I write or the things I say, I hope you remember this: when I say God delights in you, it’s not...
Every Barn is Better Painted.
One sentence smeared the makeup and stripped away the carefully crafted facade, leaving me once again the middle school girl - awkward, afraid, exposed. One sentence pressed into every...
Hey Dad, You Were Not a Hassle.
"Children carry the weight of words, wearing them like a wardrobe. I didn't understand why so many words were barbed and jagged, or what I had done to cause...
Behind the Iron Gates. Monja Blanca.
There would be little time for names or stories that day. But there would be faces of the little ones with shaved heads and hollow eyes. There would be...
The Power to Scale Walls and Rescue.
We stood, holding hands in the playground of the small orphanage hidden in the mountains of Guatemala. We had come, a team of women from the United States, to...
Hey Little Love.
A story to celebrate International Women's Day.
Mine.
It was written two years ago, as I learned to embrace the girl I once was and the girl I am now....
The Tension of “I Don’t Know.”
God judged it better to bring good out of evil, than to allow no evil to exist. ~Augustine A few weeks ago, I shared this story – a...
