Kanye West got saved and the internet is on fire. It seems there are two major camps evaluating this news. There is the “Hallelujah, a prodigal has returned home! Let’s embrace him and watch God do what he does best!” Then there is the “Oh dear, his theology/motives/methodology makes me uncomfortable. He has given in/sold … More Out of the Box
When someone becomes a Christian, one of the many gifts they receive is that of Priest in the Kingdom of God. For me, as a woman, that sounds and feels a little weird, I’ll admit. But, nonetheless, it is true… …and made us a kingdom, priests to his God and Father, to him be glory … More R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
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
How many times have you heard the phrase, “That’s my truth” or “Well, I believe…” and cringed? How often do those words feel off, somehow, but you don’t know how to articulate why? The church is in trouble, friend. There are so many false gospels, weak Jesuses, and works-based religion disguised as Christianity infiltrating the … More The Truth about Truth.
It has rained cats and dogs here in Tennessee. I believe I speak for everyone when I say we are all “over it.” My yard is a mucky mess and our German Shepherd, who loves a good roll in a puddle, leaves body-shaped mud prints on my hardwoods every. single. day. Behind our house sprawls … More Are You Drained?