On Sunday, someone brought a guest to me. He was immediately likeable. I started a friendly hello, but then I learned: he was deaf. He had a small pad of paper and pen stowed in his shirt pocket, so we scribbled messages back and forth. He was obviously gentle and kind. After a few introductions, … Continue reading But Now, I Have Seen
I needed to be able to feel and yet unwaveringly trust, so that my faithfulness and unity would never be vulnerable to my pain. I needed to be my Father's daughter when I didn't feel like it.
I know why I came to Facebook originally. I came for you. I came to hear your voice. That is why I'm still on it, and why it's worth trying to stay.
At the very least, I did not want to be the instigator.
The applause dies down as I take my place, facing down the warped thing that looks like me but sounds like death.
My brothers have been instrumental in helping me discover my place as my Father’s daughter.
Aly stood there, entrenched in her story. I looked at her, feeling the cool strength of my resolve engage her. "This is not the whole truth," I said. And then, honestly, I sent her upstairs for a shower because I needed a hot minute to think.
Un-ironically—family is the solution. But you will have to be willing to step out on the water, to allow family to be for you what you have maybe not yet trusted it to be.
Daughters well-seated in Home do not prefer imagined conversations to real ones.
During a series of months of difficulty several years ago, Jesus brought me to this place in my imagination. Very very real to me. I knew it as a wide sky of eternal twilight, just after the sun evaporated behind the mountains, a purple sky freckled with stars. I could come here anytime. There was … Continue reading Prairie Fire