I didn’t intend to write today, but it needs to be spoken. Honestly, for my own heart. I truly do believe speaking gives power over that which contrives to remain hidden. So I need to continue to put it into practice. It… Read More

Songs can often bring out deep contemplation, or at the very least, potent awareness that a season is happening and somehow, this song [fill in the blank] is speaking volumes into my minutes and hours and experiences.
Does this happen to you too?

One of the undeniable attestations of being a human is growth will keep coming. One of the side-effects of being an adult is the hurt will visit frequently and the discomfort will be a close companion. I’ve had the topic to which… Read More

Trying to Turn from Lost

Sometimes I don’t even know where to begin. Credit: Nick Page        There are either too many thoughts swirling inside my mind, or an absence of seemingly everything, save the echo of unattained wisdom. I have ignored so much potential… Read More

Refusing to Reveal

I’m a habitual “just fine”-er.                                              It’s easier. It’s quicker. And it removes me from the lamplight of scrutiny much faster…. Read More

When my story doesn’t measure up

So often, throughout my life, I would hear another’s testimony and think to myself my story is nothing compared to that. What do I have to show? Mine is just…boring. Courtesy of TOM81115, Flickr       Though I know full well… Read More

The Price of Idols, The Truth of Freedom

We are at our most defective, our most infected, our most thieving selves when we are turned towards idols.          When we are shoulder-deep in worshipping “crafted heroes” (a goal; an idea; a status; a person; people in mass,… Read More

So Very Small

*I wasn’t planning on linking, but sentences spilled on page as the sharpness of the word stabbed deep. It’s as if the word were a name tag, taunting to be claimed.    I have a feeling many of us can pick it… Read More

Because I know you…

* I avoid and hem and haw, yet ache to participate on these glorious days. These come-together days. The 5 minutes that feel like it can take all day to process. These women who teach me every time, how to pour out…. Read More

Because I fail often

It’s one of those days… Credit: Flickr user Ricky Romero Where staying in bed seems the far better option.    Where the weight of tears still imprints on face.Where you will lose that battle of rational vs emotional and you can’t stir… Read More