This Year. Soar (still). #oneword365
“It is beautiful to discover our wings and learn how to fly; flight is a beautiful process. But then to rest on the wings of God as He flies:...
Shoot like a Girl | Reframe
Day 39: Behind the lens. I had it all figured out. If there would be ever something truly important to share with the world, I would write the words...
A Confession about Christmas.
I have a confession to make about Christmas.
I'm sharing it today.
A List of Thoughts.
“What are you thinking right now?” It’s a common question – one that I’ve asked so many times when conversations grow still or eyes find their focus in that...
Shoot like a Girl | Belonging
Day 37: Six weeks. 4000 miles. Four states. Two holidays. Six weddings. Two birthdays. One anniversary. One tattoo. Two special houseguests. Two Thanksgiving dinners. One Thanksgiving breakfast. One cup of...
LifeGiving (a psalm of thanksgiving).
It is lifegiving to sing praises to our sweet God All-Mighty. It is the most right thing to do. The song is sweet and beautiful. For He is good...
Shoot like a Girl | The Table
Day 33: Dallas, Texas. The warm sun and cool breeze wove themselves together like the perfect quilt around me. The night before, I had been here – in this...
Fortunate Fall.
“Tomorrow is supposed to be day 635.”
She texts and I whisper the prayer. “Please don’t die.” I never let her know it in that first year, but there was...
Shoot like a Girl | Naked (#31days)
Day 28: The Texas Hill Country. And the kitchen. it’s a thing we’ve done for a while now, the cooking and baking and feeding. It started with our own...
Shoot like a Girl | Holding (#31days)
Day 9: Near the US border. Ten days in Kenya. Six days in Guatemala. And just enough hours between them to do a load of laundry and collect a...
Speaking with a Dialect.
She stood in the kitchen, reading a single chapter of a book by Chuck Colson. Bianca was obliging me as I prepared to return to Romania, a country still...
Life is Carved in Ruts.
I sit beside them at the handmade table, tucked away in the only shady spot in the courtyard that connects the small home, workshop and barn. The steamy afternoon air...
