Stories about The Writing Life

We are All Shattered Pieces.

The more I walk this road, the more I see our fragility. Yes, we are all shattered pieces, we are all shards. We have within us a million small...

What I’m Yielding this Lenten Season

Hi there, friends. It's no secret that I love words. I love the shape and sound, the meaning and the motive of them all. And I love to paint stories on...

Here’s to Us

I hear the tap on the door. “Hey there, you ready?” “Just a second,” I mumble, under a mass of blue and white floral. “I’m trapped in my dress.” He smiles...

Let it Go. Let it Out. Let It All Unravel.

“We love words, right GiGi?” I smile, and say, “Yes, Sawyer. We are words people.” I pray he always loves words. I pray he understands their power to work...

When I Want to Know it All

Eight years ago, I received news that I was not going to Honduras because of a political crisis in that country. I was heartbroken, angry, ready for God to...

Can I Tell You a Secret?

Can I tell you a secret? A while back, I got a lot of attention. Because of a Facebook group I was in, folks visited my blog, they liked...

It’s Time for a New Weapon

I remembered back to a sermon I had preached on a misfit Sunday morning at an apartment complex where some of the most genuine and fragile folks I know...

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...
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