Here we are, in the month dedicated to giving thanks, in a year determined to shake the whole world. How do we straddle both? It’s an honest question. Would you ponder it with me? Then let’s mount the back of … Continue reading
“Set the timer for 60 minutes and do not stop till the timer goes off. Ask God to give you a glimpse of what the Lamb of God endured for you in order to take away your sin.” Such are … Continue reading
Maybe it’s your spouse. Maybe your lifelong friend. Or your parent or your child, your coworker, your boss — but there’s this one area where you find yourself trapped in a loop of unresolved tension… It happens again. Somewhere mid-conversation, … Continue reading
Empty-handed I come to these healing waters. It’s been a long, strenuous journey. At first, familiar adrenaline energized my gait and disguised the exhaustion, but gradually, the pace began to sag till I arrived here in a slump. Like oil … Continue reading
On her childhood playground she watches the other children play. An impenetrable wall separates her from them, but she doesn’t know why. In her eyes they are one huddled organism, an exoskeleton with its armored back against her. On the … Continue reading
I exercise just enough to satisfy my doctor at my yearly visits. But when I do, I prefer a ballet barre, because I’ve always loved a good plié. When I focus on leaning into it with the right technique, something … Continue reading
That area we go to great lengths to avoid – that’s where He now takes me. I didn’t just casually leave it, I slammed the door to all my ferocious fears and bolted as far and fast as I could… … Continue reading
(Photo credit: Alex Perez, Unsplash) Never again will the waves of destruction rip me into their swirling tides of terror. Chaos. Fear. Confusion. Alone. Clinging to driftwood that falls apart in my hands, being pulled deeper into the dark, further … Continue reading
Unlike their Colgate-whitened pictures on postcards, the Mediterranean sands of Malaga are dark. Earthy. Scattered shells and rocks give a much rougher impression to the eye than the softness that greets the hand. Something sweet about the powder-fine texture calls … Continue reading
Unlike their Colgate-whitened pictures on postcards, the Mediterranean sands of Malaga are dark. Earthy. Scattered shells and rocks give a much rougher impression to the eye than the softness that greets the hand. Something sweet about the powder-fine texture calls … Continue reading