Deep Mercy

Friday it begins. Softly at first, slowly, then steadily it builds. Flakes fall, millions of tiny prophecies of what’s to come. Individually they fall, collectively they build, together they form the unfolding story. Swirling they dance in time to a rhythm set by the Artist who crafted them and stirred them up into being, not…

Thoughtful Thursday: a house of my dreams

Sometimes I find myself utterly convinced that a new couch, statement rug, or an extra bedroom will make me happy. That my house would be more “instagramable” if it were dotted with planted greens and my kitchen had open shelving. That the good life is made up of only beautiful things and that messes and…

Nothing Less

Sometimes all faith needs is new eyes. Faith isn’t blind. It doesn’t lack evidence, but often it seems wild and careless like that because the eyes have dimmed or become distracted, looking everywhere but at the soul-saving proof amidst stormy waves. Perspective. It really does change everything. For years I’ve pictured my salvation as a desperate…

My Word for 2015: GRACE

  I stand at the table and roll out dough, flour dusting the surface, the floor, my nose. My hands pick up the pace as I catch sight of the time, “Christmas” pressing in on my thoughts, a million “to dos” rushing for my attention. I pop yet another scrap of dough past my conscience…

living with migraines //encouragement for the chronically ill

{image via Pinterest} Darkness. Silence. Cold. Stillness. The strategies are always the same for migraine warfare. Those who’ve ever fought that battle know what it takes – from you and out of you. They know the routine and the absolute necessity of those weapons. It’s a battle I’ve fought hundreds of times. In fact, I’m willing…

when dreaming hurts

A thick math textbook lay heavy in my lap, the problems on the page the least of my concern at the time. In a rare moment of quiet in a household of seven homeschooled kids, I, the mathematically challenged one, sat on the couch in the living room completely puzzled over the thought that relentlessly kept…

Learning to speak our children’s language

I hurry out of the bathroom in a huff, my right hand still masquerading as a furry, bug-eyed, green frog puppet. Closing the door between me and my enthroned 3-year-old, I free my hand of the irritation toy and vent my frustrations to my confused husband standing nearby. “I’m tired of this! I’m so tired of…

Our Love Story //Part 3

“Our Love Story” continued. If you like, you can read Part 1 and Part 2 first.  The phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, I could see it was Daniel. I knew my dad had gone to meet with him, to tell him that he had to stop dating me and not so much as…

sun up, sun down

Standing in the window, the day’s last light touches tear-stained skin, mascara running. heart aching. dreams crashing. fears swirling. despair reigning. Looking down to the street below, two men with elbow grease work to remove our Baltimore neighborhood’s newest tags, black spray -painted writing, defacing windows, marring brick. For a moment it seems as though…