The honesty came in the slowness of the day. I had known the truth for a few days, was sitting in it, waiting for the reality to settle. I would never have seen it had God not gently revealed it to me, impressed it upon me. For the moment, I just wanted to carry the … More Current Honesty
Her spirit awoke when she sat, laptop out, fingers playing on the keyboard. When her imagination made reality on the page. Words took form: people, places, events, lives—all strung together in her mind. All balancing precariously in her fingertips. All finding a new home on the page. She used to dream for hours, her head … More Gray
Two tables are pulled together, chairs pushed around. Room for everyone. Some faces are light with expectation, elbows on the table, smiles bright. Other expressions are soft with contentment. We lean back in our chairs, breathing in the chill air of evening in Indianapolis. A cafe by the canal. The sun touches the roofs of … More Clarity
It all comes back to fear. That’s what I’ve been noticing, realizing. My struggles, insecurities, decisions—all are grown out of fear. To be honest, I love fear, so much. It protects me and keeps me safe. Trust? Trust hurts. Trust means vulnerability and dependency and openness. And hurt can find its way into each of those things. … More The Space Between: Fear and Trust
Father, I just want to tell You all the things on my mind. Because I’ve been in my head excessively—it’s oppressing me and causing anxiety. I want to give these thoughts over to You—let You hold them, take care of them: “Cast your cares,” You tell me. I grip these thoughts, like seeds in my hands, closed fists. … More Casting Seeds
I can remember sitting in my closet, begging the tears to come as memories with my best friend shrouded my mind. Just moments before, I had waved goodbye, knowing it was the last time I would see her. I was eleven, and my family was moving again for the third time. I didn’t know then … More All the Places I Used to Love
I’ve thought about You. Thought about what life would be like without You. Could I close my eyes and imagine? Or could I hold my breath for eternity and never go blue? Without You, I wouldn’t be. I used to pretend the world would just keep on going. Spinning, we’d all keep dreaming. But really, … More Without
