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.
Well, I stink at keeping promises. I broke the 40 day commitment to write (obviously) this weekend. Life happened and between the birthday of my firstborn and an ER visit for one of my kids (they are ok, thank God!) writing fell to the bottom of my priority list. I’m sure all twelve of my … More Update and a Prayer
Am I a vessel through which His love flows freely, or a dam that selfishly holds things in check out of fear or distrust that there will be enough to go around…enough of me, enough of Him, enough of whatever it is I hold selfishly against my chest and refuse to let go?Am I wild with distrust, desperately grasping for control and fearful of what tomorrow holds? Or am I at peace in the core of my soul, knowing that tomorrow is in His hands and that, live or die, I will ultimately live? … More A Simple Prayer
Today is Fat Tuesday and it’s living up to it’s name. I am looking at my mid-life life and just sick. Sick over the ease and privilege in which I walk on a daily basis. Sick over the reality of suffering, slavery, and abuse that makes Fat Tuesday a far-off concept for millions of people. … More 40 Days
The rain falls softly, dribbles of drops battering the downspouts as a sort of back-rhythm to the melancholy of damp dusk. In the distance I hear the lonely whistle of a train and I wonder where he is. My son. He graced us with his first visit this weekend, driving two hours to spend the … More When You Can’t See the Ending.
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
It’s an intense season. I’ve been immersed in all things “end of school” and barely have time to￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼ breathe, much less write. My firstborn graduates from high school in less than two weeks, which does not seem possible since he just started Kindergarten five minutes ago. But, alas, it’s true and we are about to … More Stopping to Smell the Roses
Our neck of the woods is so beautiful. Tennessee has hills and trees as far as the eye can see and winter’s dull landscape is quickly being replaced by the brightest, tiny green leaves you have ever seen. Spring is here. The last threats of frost seem to be past and the garden centers are … More Beautiful One
One of the biggest fears I battle as a writer is of “being found out.” You see, I have no credentials, really. No degree to vouch for my knowledge, no wealth of experience in the marketplace to give me a portfolio that I can offer for your inspection. I’m just a wife and mom. I’m … More Goals: How to be used by God