a second valentine’s day post. read the first one (from 2021) here. Her voice came through with words on a grainy video screen, so familiar, an echo through time and space, years after my own words ran dry with the same emotion. “I’m just tired of hoping,” my friend said, reflecting on her singleness and […]
the wonder of being embraced
I’m a white-knuckled girl, and always have been. I grip my way through life, holding onto whatever I can for dear life—as if the holding is the making and shaping of that life I’m looking for. Last week, I found myself in a room of ladies as we shared silence together, prayerfully. Punctuated by occasional […]
setting the pace: choosing words for 2022
I have asthma, and I am a runner. Yes, I realize that these two descriptors tend to be antithetical to one another. Believe me, I know that they are. If I don’t take a few puffs of my inhaler at least a few minutes before I start to move my feet and my body, I […]
on letting go
“Are you willing to let the leaves fall?” This year-old Insta post struck a nerve with me, as we once again turned seasons and as I turned towards the unknown, the future. My husband and I are both learning to let go, in different way. For him, he’s letting go of decades of work to […]
Risk the Ledge
Over five years ago now, I knelt on a cold concrete floor in India, crying again as my house church sang around me. I was known in these weekly meetings for two things: my tears and my writing, always furiously journaling throughout the evening. So there was no surprise to those around me, no flying […]
a lament
This past week has been heavy and noisy and hard, and so I’ve been quiet. Putting my phone down and being present with my words and my thoughts and my family, I didn’t post on Instagram. But tonight, I received an email with a prompt of lament. And I wanted to share the prompt with […]