Broken Dreams

Author’s Note: I wrote this a few weeks after everything I thought I cared for in my life shattered, and I found myself alone, starting over, and hurting so much I didn’t know how to go on. I wrote it by faith then, for I could not see the beauty of new dreams, or hope…

Altars

One of my favorite books is Hinds Feet on High Places by Hannah Hurnard. It’s the allegorical story of the journey of Much Afraid, with the Shepherd, from the Valley of Humiliation to the High Places. While there are things I disagree with in the book (mainly how Songs of Songs is used), I can…

Doorsteps

Doorsteps

I believe in doorsteps. Some of you might already know what I mean by that, particularly those who were there when it was coined. I’m afraid I can’t take credit for the saying and I can’t remember who was the first to start saying it, but among a small group of single girls that phrase…

Something Tookish

Something Tookish

When Philip and I finished the last book in the Lord of the Rings trilogy I sat in silence for some time, the tears chasing one another down my cheeks, wrapped in a lovely melancholy over the end of the Third Age and the pilgrimage of the fair folk beyond the Grey Havens. I couldn’t…

Embrace the Cross

Embrace the Cross

by Ruth Wiechmann Our five year old son, Ezra is into making crosses this year. Paper and glue, sticks and twine, scraps of boards and nails; he uses whatever materials are at hand at the moment. I admire his creativity, and sometimes I am even called upon to help him get a nail started in…

The Other Answer

The Other Answer

Sometimes in the very middle of the howling winds of my wants I remember how short a distance I can see and Who knows what truly brings me joy. And so I ask the One who sees to choose my inheritance for me. And then my Abba says “No.” I am cut and bleed and…

Trust

What About Me?

What about the daughters whose fathers never wanted them and abandoned them before they were even born? Like me. – Rachel Dear Rachel, Thank you so much for asking this question. It is one that is burning within the hearts of so many women, young and old alike. How I wish I could be right…

Seasons of Singleness

Seasons of Singleness

A Time to Wait Dear girls, Lately I’ve been thinking about those of you who aren’t married, or engaged, or courting, or even “just friends.” I stayed up ‘til past midnight the other night, scribbling down ideas for you.I had plenty of time yesterday (while I was removing wallpaper from our bathroom walls) to think…

The End.

The End.