Help me rightly place life by rightly placing death. The prayer feels upside down, but it’s been reverberating in my soul since I met Harriet. She rests quietly beneath...
I honestly thought there might be an asterisk somewhere in the pages—a subtle footnote or editor’s revision tucked in the margins. “You have heard that it was said, ‘Love...
For Ragamuffins, God’s name is Mercy. We see our darkness as a prized possession because it drives us into the heart of God. Without mercy our darkness would plunge...
I’m writing two stories right now. The first publishes in October for Redbud Writers Guild. It’s about the freedom found in limitation. The second is for Joyful Life Magazine,...
I’m thinking again about the unlikely friendship of grief, and how she loves to hold the hands of hope even in her awkwardness as she leans into our lives,...
I remember standing on stage with the chalkboard in my hands. Grace was the topic of the sermon series, and I was asked to share what that amazing grace...
I am not a gardener, but I still love every lesson taught in farmer’s almanacs of the abiding and tending of seedtime and harvest. Onions aren’t ready to be...
Look at us. We did it. Despite misgivings and any number of wonderings, we have entered into the second half of 2021. You might be scouring through school supply...
I remember writing the words, “I want to make a difference, I want to be a change-agent.” In my life, the longing to not be anonymous was great—chalk it...