The Writing Life – Found in Translation.
My friend Melissa is on the other side of the ocean right now, navigating a path of discovery that is both glorious and precarious. On paper, life is easily...
The Writing Life – A Better Story.
I remember all the plans I made to share my book idea with the world around me. I wrapped my bold dreams in brightly colored ribbon and carried them...
The Writing Life – Rain-Soaked Rejection.
The email came at 2:30am. I didn’t read it until 7:30, after waking up from a dream in which people were looking through the “For You Love” devotional, and...
The Writing Life – We are Words People.
“We love words, right GiGi?” I smile, and say, “Yes, Sawyer. We are words people.” Sawyer is my grandson, and his presence makes my heart melt. From the time...
The Writing Life – The Ideas Swirling.
I have a friend who says “list me” in an attempt to smooth thought-tangles into straight lines. I’m not sure it truly works, but it does give permission for...
The Writing Life – Bloom. Rest. Burn.
In Guatemala, hillsides are sewn together in patchwork beauty. The plants weave together in milpa gardens—corn rises tall to protect tender shoots from harsh sun and wind, avocado hedges...
The Writing Life – We’re In This Together.
As best I can tell, it was the fall of 2015 when I first began ending love notes and blog posts with, “We’re in this together…” It was a...
The Writing Life – When Pigs Fly.
Ten years ago, I crafted a list of 50 things I wanted to accomplish. The things on it were as expansive and colorful as a Texas sunset sky. “Sing...
A side of holiday cheer and the best bread ever | #kitchentherapy
I may have a bit of an obsession with YouTube videos. No, I don’t chase after most of the stuff that you’ll find on the trending page. In fact,...
For you. From Every-Day Jesus. And Me.
This is for you, love. The one who wants to believe. The one who can’t believe. The one who won’t believe. The one who sees the now as the...
It was not an Uncommon Friday—until…
From noon to three, the whole earth was dark. Around mid-afternoon Jesus groaned out of the depths, crying loudly, “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?” which means, “My God, my God,...
The story is incomplete without you | the women at the tomb
At the crack of dawn on Sunday, the women came to the tomb carrying the burial spices they had prepared. They found the entrance stone rolled back from the...
