The Writing Life – Stuck
There’s a word I truly have come to dislike—more than moist or dirge or even spatchcock. It’s a word that threatens to trip me up as I write for...
The Writing Life – Edit
I’m going to ramble a bit here, so bear with me. I promise, even if the words aren’t edited and spit-polished, they’re good. I’m a huge self-editor. I’m sure...
The Writing Life – Brainstorm
It seems I’d have taken a better picture of the moment, what with a phone that helps me document most everything these days. But instead, I’ve got an IG...
The Writing Life – Mornings
There are so many things I want to tell you, love—things about your worth and your design and how incredibly large and expansive God’s purpose is within you and...
The Writing Life – Draft
I’ve confessed that I’m praying I will learn to savor the process as much as I enjoy the finished work—when the campaign is launched or the book is written...
The Writing Life – Mood
We all have the lie that threatens to take us down. For me, that lie is failure. It’s rarely an awareness of past failures that wants to keep me...
Meant to be Heard | The Samaritan Woman
Of all the women in scripture, I think I might have been closest friends with the Samaritan woman. Her story has been recited over and over again to reveal...
It’s 2019, and I’m doing nothing new. It’s glorious.
I adore words and am mesmerized by their power to bring life into our lives the way just the right amount of salt enhances the flavor of all it...
And Yet, Both Women… (Mary and Elizabeth)
But the angel assured her, “Mary, you have nothing to fear. God has a surprise for you: You will become pregnant and give birth to a son and call...
What Does it Mean to Shine?
What does it mean to shine? For years, I thought it meant being the flame that burned the hottest and brightest. Now, I see things differently. And it's all...
India is in My Hair.
It's Tuesday morning where I'm at right now, and the fragrance of India is in my hair. Though I wash it daily with scents of flowers and vanilla, the...
What Happens When We Share – and CHEESY #kitchentherapy!
Happy 3rd of July. The house is quiet. I’m sitting at the table drinking my third cup of coffee, wearing leftover workout pants and yesterday’s hair. The echo of...
