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 […]
Choosing words for the year
Yes, it’s February, and I’m just now getting around to sharing my words for this year. And that’s okay. Because the subtitle for my words could be this phrase: There are no deadlines. That is a mantra I’ve been repeating to myself and as many other people as I can. January 1st wasn’t a deadline; […]
a steadfast spirit.
This is a bit of a strange first post of the new year, but it is a glimpse into the fact that this year, at its core, is really the same kind of year as last year and next year, too–it’s simply another framework of time and minutes, season and moments, gathered together by the […]
a word for 2016.
A few weeks ago, I sat crossed-legged on my balcony, oatmeal and coffee in hand, looking for Him. In the haze of the city’s morning light, I thought of how close 2016 was and what word He might give for it. The thought was passing, the feeling fleeting. But then, an answer arose. He spoke. […]
2015 closing words.
Have you ever had a word for the year? Sort of like a theme—running through your year, showing up in the strangest of places and ways? I haven’t had many. 2014 may have been a year of provision. It was certainly a theme that kept coming up again and again. 2013 was a “return”, but […]
Jehovah Nissi: the Lord my Banner
Twenty-fifteen began with a word pregnant with unmapped purpose. It exploded off the pages of the Word for me. It folded itself into the fringes of my poetry. It announced itself in people’s prayers over me. It came up again and again, sometimes so loudly that it blew me over and sometimes so softly that I […]