Stories about redemption

Holy Week. 10 Easter Stories.

It’s holy week. And I’m undone in a most precious way. Not precious like the face of a smiling child, but precious like diamonds chipped from coal or goal...

Above All, Remember This: God Redeems Time.

“God redeems time.” I’ve said those three words hundreds of times in conversations, written them in notes, spoken them from stages in all sorts of places. I even use them...

Over the Moon. (Isaiah 9)

This is for you, love, when you are in the waiting season. Let the words and prayer remind you of just how much your Redeemer is over the moon...

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...

Jesus Dreams and the Ache of Rescue.

It most always comes upon awakening. The ache. The chest caving in, find it hard to breathe ache found in the ligaments of life between the “I must do...

This is Where It’s Good.

I lie here in the quiet, the fragrance of the outcasts still lingering on my skin. Dust and city and cigarettes mingled with warm vanilla and freesia, shared by...

When I Forgot Who I Am.

I forgot who I am. For just a moment, I forgot. The morning found me knowing. In a conversation with a friend, I spelled it all out clearly. I...

God Doesn’t Swim.

It’s Easter. And Easter is a story unlike any other story. Because, while Jesus may have said, “It is finished,” on the cross, the story of the life that...

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....

I Am Not My Memory.

It is no secret that I love story and find my most comfortable place in storytelling. To wrap flesh and bone around hope and let it walk in the...

The Lovely Lie.

I remember standing with the chalkboard in my hands. We were doing a sermon series about grace, and I was asked to share what that amazing grace had done...

I Know What’s Wrong.

I awoke today to the sound of chimes. They were on my smartphone, telling me of the things that need to be done. Now. By hour. It’s the weekend,...