Soaking up Words for Christmas
The other night, I was in a gathering of women and the topic of favorite Christmas traditions came up. I wanted to pass on to you…
For the Rabbits: Hutchmoot is a Sending Place
“‘No. You’re forgetting,’ said the Spirit. ‘That was not how you began. Light itself was your first love: you loved paint only as a means of…
Packing My Bags
I laughed aloud, thinking about how he had not only jumped to making another trip, but also to that trip already being over.
A Seat at the Table: A Letter to my Single Friend
Dear Friend, I see you. I see you coming into church on Sunday morning; you wade through the foyer packed with moms, dads, and little children…
A Modest Holiday Request
… in these days of ever-present cameras, let’s make an effort to temporally celebrate the one who is running behind the scenes.
Furrowed
I must exert little bits of hard effort, a small amount at a time. I hope to win out over the hard scar tissue through time and consistency. However, I should not expect overnight results, and I should not expect to rest from the effort anytime soon.
His Heart Beats
…as the week wore on, and I battled emotion, fear, vulnerability, and perfectionism, the truth of the Resurrection rang like a crystal bell in my mind.
