We were going to run some errands today (read: 25% off at J. Crew), but I’ve been learning to say ‘no.’ To counterintuitively pass by the volunteer sign-up table, to not bake that extra pie, not join in on that Bible study…
Read MoreI came home hoarse recently. Long drives and an old song by Death Cab for Cutie do me in. It's a unique combination that for years has queued up healing. But before the healing there's usually screaming...at God.
Read MoreI graduated from Robert E. Lee High School in Tyler, Texas. It feels sleazy to continue writing this and not share that fact. I grew up surrounded by an 'us and them' mentality - I grew up in segregation.
Read MoreI cannot think of a more appropriate occasion to share this, so to celebrate, here's the story of how Jesus redeemed the relationship between my Daddy and me-
Read MoreI had a miscarriage six years ago today. I've had some anniversaries where I wept, some where I consciously kept myself busy all day, some with elements of redemption...but today? I feel nothing.
Read MoreI don't write this with a large gift in my hands nicely wrapped in platitudes & words meant to soothe. Things about doors closing & windows opening or never receiving more than we can handle. Because sometimes windows shatter. And it's impossible to open a bow-topped package while you're picking shards of glass out of your hands.
Read MoreOne of my desires in creating this little space in the ether was to encourage more common vulnerability among women - one that talks about the grit of addiction & pain while also simultaneously proclaiming holy restoration & redemption. And if redemption isn't yet realized, to KNOW that it's here among us. He's here with us. He's in the grit of life.
Read MoreIt was time to go home.
Read MoreAnd so I continued to run from Him...to the Middle East. Probably not an ideal escape for most, but it's mine.
Read MoreCold, rainy days are a trigger for me. Not in the traditional sense, but in that they remind me of how I felt that winter. Numb. Confused. Lost. Alone. For years I have less than fondly referred to that season as "My Shitty Winter" among close friends. Not to evoke reaction, but because well, it's the truth.
Read MoreI'm baking tonight because I hate addiction. Drugs, alcohol, sex, food, technology, it doesn't matter, my hate doesn't discriminate. I'm baking tonight because of the Great Lie we all believe or are crawling away from- You are alone. God doesn't love you. He doesn't care. I'm baking tonight because my frustration needs an outlet. Maybe somewhere between cold cubes of butter, sugar sticking to my measuring cups, & flour on my fingertips I'll transition from questioning His goodness to stretching my flour-dusted arms out before Him.
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