Though they could not understand why lights were on on the porch or the fountain bubbled in front of the main building, Paul and Amelia were delighted. To make their way around the empty campus was a fantasy with only a single intrusion—the occasional slow driving security guard. He’d circled through twice now, slow enough … Continue reading Unsafe
But if anyone walks in the night, he stumbles, because the light is not in him. The last time I saw Caden Grey alive all I could think about was the first time I’d seen her eyes. “She loves Jesus,” Dylan had said, gripping his phone and holding it out for me to see. … Continue reading Caden Grey
Years ago I lost a contact in a swimming pool. Something was in my eye after trying to adjust my swim mask and I unintentionally popped that sucker right out into a massive community pool. The contact lens was tinted blue. It was our neighborhood pool, a couple of blocks from our home and the … Continue reading This is the sign
I smiled and told her I think something’s gotten lost, something’s missing. When she realizes I mean more than an item missing from my cart, she eyes the Easter cards with scripture on the front and says they are great. She tells me she believes.
“Or who shut in the sea with doors when it burst out from the womb, when I made clouds its garment and thick darkness its swaddling band, and prescribed limits for it and set bars and doors, and said, ‘Thus far shall you come, and no farther, and here shall your proud waves be stayed’? … Continue reading Storm-tossed
You don’t want to see it. Trust me on this one. The gruesome image of my husband’s ankle split wide apart—bone exposed—taken by an audacious ER nurse who couldn’t believe his eyes is unsettling at best. The incongruity can only be fully understood by knowing that my husband is a natural athlete. He throws a … Continue reading tangible brokenness
Three days before my father-in-law died, I visited a local florist seeking some cheer, for me, for all of us. Stepping through oddly placed, automatic, glass sliding doors that had been an afterthought on an old house felt like stepping into open jaws ready to consume. Willing to be eaten, I entered to find promises … Continue reading Fresh cut