A few months ago I read Andrew Peterson’s book, Adorning the Dark. In this incredible work, Andrew describes the labor and intentionality of creativity and community. He describes his family’s decision to leave the city and move out to the country, putting down deep roots. He encourages the reader to be purposeful in settling down … More Give your house a name.
A Life of Simple Joys hasn’t felt very joyful lately, and that’s ok. It’s real life. There is no joy in recognizing the reality of suffering in our most vulnerable populations, but there IS joy in seeing God move and seeing His people step in to the fight. There is great joy in looking into the eyes of a rescued survivor and seeing the light of redemption glowing within.I’m not going to completely stop writing about these hard things, but I will sprinkle hard truth with hope. … More Exposing Beauty
This week I’m writing at Foundling House! Please click here to hop on over, and take a look around while you are there. It’s full of wonderful writing, art, and music that I am sure you will enjoy!
I am so happy to share with you that I have joined the team of editors for the (awesome) website, Foundling House. Back in December, Adam Whipple reached out to me to consider the possibility and, after praying about it, I knew without a doubt that this was a great fit and even greater opportunity! … More An Announcement!
I took my dog for a walk this morning, noting the silver slug trails scribbled across the sidewalk. The light of dawn made them shimmer and become almost beautiful. For the first time in several weeks, I felt inspired to sit down and write. The flowers in the South are in full bloom, knockout roses … More Endings and beginnings.
It’s been a dream of mine for while, now, to get away to somewhere remote and just write. No noises. No distractions. Just for a couple of days. Because of the sweet generosity of my husband, who gifted me this very thing last Christmas, my bags are packed as I type. As soon as I … More Retreating
The enemy loves nothing more than to make us forget. No matter how intentional we are about collecting stones of remembrance, determining to hold closely the answered prayers and words spoken over us in the past, we are easily paralyzed by unwanted memories, fear and shame. Only by fixing our eyes on Jesus, choosing to … More Poetry: Remember!
“He’s here.” Can you just imagine the wonder in Mary’s voice as her firstborn son emerged from her womb and she held him at her breast for the first time? Don’t you think the sounds around them faded into the background and all she heard was the thumping of her own heart and the still-wet … More The JOY of Advent.
Mary’s relationship with her cousin, Elizabeth has been a source of fascination for me as Christmas nears. God provided much-needed community for the mother of Christ in Elizabeth, someone…the only one…who could begin to relate to what Mary had been chosen to walk though. As I tried to imagine their conversations, whispered by firelight after … More The Peace of Advent
ELIZABETH, THE MOTHER OF JOHN (Inspired by the book of Luke chapter 1) Along with all the world she stands pregnant. Beneath her heart beats the tiny one of the messenger. This old woman once belittled by the townsfolk, A raisin dried in the desert sun, Now stretching and blooming with life, Elizabeth holds … More The Hope of Advent