The Lens of the Struggle

The Lens of the Struggle

Have you ever felt like there was one huge, all-consuming “thing” in your life? That no matter what book you read, what sermon you heard, everything reminded you of the struggle? It’s like viewing the world through a different lens. Somehow every conversation comes around to your “pet” topic, and even artwork seems to have…

Dry Bones Arise

Dry Bones Arise

There was a valley, parched and dry. Even more unusual, this valley was filled with bones. Dry dead bones. A man named Ezekiel spoke to them. They attached first with sinews, formed with flesh, and then covered with skin. The man Ezekiel spoke again, and the breath of God filled them with life. They arose,…

The Trust of Silence

The Trust of Silence

My hair loves nothing better than a good stripping. Thick and curly, shampoo and conditioner quickly weigh down my ebony tresses, pulling out the curl and giving me enough frizz to make me wonder if I’m related to a lion (some days, our manes would be comparable). Tea tree oil shampoo and apple cider vinegar become…

Life is not supposed to be defined by to-dos and detailed timelines. It's meant to be defined by Him.

What Next?

When I graduated from high school, decided to study Communications in college, and people asked me what I wanted to do with that degree, I answered, “I want to work for a magazine or a newspaper.” Then in my  junior year, I took an internship that had me writing for the university magazine and newspaper….

Why not now, Lord?

Why not now, Lord?

Rain splatters on the windows. It is cold, but the air is warm. “Come look!” my daughter pulls at my arm, her brown eyes sparkling. There are new piggies in the barn. They hide from the camera and grunt happily as they munch on corn behind the water dish. We talk about names and I…

From the Rearview Mirror: 10 Things I’d Tell The College Me

See that girl there? She’s seventeen; strong hands grip the wheel of her daddy’s Cadillac, and she’s barely out of the driveway. That’s her own never-known-another house in her window. But in the windshield, well, that’s a whole different view. You see, that picture was taken the summer I graduated homeschool high school, a scant…

Beauty Thief

Beauty Thief

The Lord blessed me with a golden mane.  Thick and wavy, though a little wild at times, it has been my glory for as long as I can remember. With my Princess Buttercup locks, however, came a peach fuzz in places a woman does not really want fuzz.  Of course, I was unaware until someone…

The End.

The End.