Trusting His heart
The Tune Without the Words
Those brave and broken hearts? He binds them up. But he does not fool with the stone hearts, other than to pull them from our chests and put something new in their place. Continue reading
Point Me Home
All this brick and concrete building towers over building city lights glare and my soul says Point me home. To that big, wide porch warm lights in sleepy little cypress wood house at the end of the lane To my daughter’s smile, her big blue eyes and bedtime snuggles in our space, on our time … Continue reading
Missing The Forest
I accidentally snapped this shot of my house as I was documenting the ant revolution in my mailbox yesterday. That’s right. Hundreds of ants had a rager in my mailbox. On my mail. Hundreds. Of ants. I went inside and fretted over the ants. Then I fretted over the wasp nests all over my house. … Continue reading
Eyes on the Prize
It’s honesty time! My goal for this month is not to write just anything, but to write things that will administer grace to the reader. I’m afraid I can’t do that without sharing some of my recent experiences, all of which require some good old-fashioned gut-level honesty. So here we go. I had lunch with … Continue reading
Lamentations
I don’t weep for the lost relationship anymore. I weep for the loss of wholeness. For this new brokenness in me that feels like it will never again be mended. My sister asks me if I’ve seen a cheesy Christian rom com that she just loves, and the next thing I know, I’m leaning over … Continue reading
A Different Kind of Anniversary
I thought my dreams had come true. I thought I had finally found it. Even when it became harder to believe that this was anywhere close to being what I’d always dreamed of, I dug my heels in hard and refused to abandon those hopes that came so easily in the beginning. That’s what I … Continue reading
When the Path is Daunting
It was a difficult time. I was young, and everything I’d grown up believing was being passed through a giant sifter – wheat landing on this side, chaff landing on that…only the wheat and the chaff, they were parts of my own heart. So much insecurity, so much fear, so much learning what it meant … Continue reading
Hope for Weary Heads
Do you ever just get tired of trying to figure everything out? Even as I write that, I know there are those fortunates among us who will scratch their heads, furrow their brows, and think: What, like when you’re working the Sunday morning crossword puzzle? Oh, to live in that bliss! No, I’m talking about … Continue reading