Killing me is hard. Long, busy days flow over into time reserved for community and grace. I grow tired and angry and resist the opportunities to meet with others to show love, to be loved. Without exception, doing battle with me is treacherous. It always seems most dangerous and inevitable after periods of peace and … Continue reading Vigorous resistance
If we dare to look upon the dreaded tree, we will find our rescue.
I think of Eugene Peterson and his explanation of what it means to wait on God, wait on God in prayer: “Waiting in prayer is a disciplined refusal to act before God acts,”
To be alone with me You went up on a tree ~Sufjan Stevens, To Be Alone With You When my brother died I looked for him everywhere. I knew without a doubt that his faith had become sight and now he’d seen the King. I know where he is. Left here on the faltering gray … Continue reading Grief and glimpses of glory
Bombs and gunfire and fear. Fridays are fun days and Paris is that place, that place that conjures love and food and romance and wine and wistful getaways. This twisted Friday the 13th tore a hole in the heart of that city and those of us across the ocean who sat mesmerized. It was not … Continue reading No discernment in the dark
"All human nature vigorously resists grace because grace changes us and the change is painful." ~Flannery O'Connor I felt small, and not the good kind of small. Not the kind that meant the black you wore was flattering and the muffin top was less visible. This was purely the less visible kind. The kind where … Continue reading Pity parties and answered prayers
“Though you have not seen him, you love him. Though you do not now see him, you believe in him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls.” 1 Peter 1:8-9 When I was in college, I fell in love. The … Continue reading Love letters
I didn’t plan to have a fifth child. Actually that is true of the fourth as well. Regardless, it is symptomatic of an underlying idea that I think I am actually in control of something which is pretty funny in and of itself. That fourth child, that fifth, remind me of the Ephesians 3 prayer … Continue reading These aren’t the little things
“I do not know You God because I am in the way. Please help me to push myself aside.” ~Flannery O’Connor This is the ‘i’ society. iPhone. iHome. iCar. iFood. While Apple may take credit for the little ‘i’ naming phenomenon, it has more than caught on. Most likely this is because the ultimate little … Continue reading I am in the way
“Super ladies? They’re always trying to tell you their secret identity...think it’ll strengthen the relationship or something like that. I say, 'Girl, I don’t wanna know about your mild-mannered alter ego or anything like that. I mean, you tell me you’re uh Super, Mega, Ultra Lighting Babe, that’s alright with me. I’m good...I’m good.'" ~Frozone, … Continue reading Secret identity
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