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On Perspective, and Resurrection

(Easter is mostly over, and my newsfeed is awash in scrubbed faces, pouffy dresses, and coordinating outfits-of which I am a willing participant, don’t get me wrong. But there is still time for a meditation on Resurrection Sunday, because truthfully we celebrate year round. Written last Sunday, technically). I’m tucked in the corner of a wooden pew in a small, brick-clad Anglican church in Knoxville, TN. My children, my wild ones, make quiet reflection an elusive, tantalizing goal on Sunday mornings....

Tell Me Your Story

I heard it said recently that we should be wary of sharing our testimony. With all due respect … I tell you my story because I want you to know my weakness, and His strength. To recount our moments of fear and grief, grace and joy. To sing a song of redemption.  I just told my story for the first time publicly, to the women I grew up with, to the women who have been praying over me and for me...

Help Me To See. (Words for Martin Luther King Day)

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.” ~Martin Luther King, Jr I started this post over a year ago. I’m afraid. Afraid to speak. Afraid I will offend. Afraid of my own ignorance. Afraid of offering meaningless, tidy answers to complex problems that aren’t. going. away. This day felt like a day to be brave. My friend Carrie said on Facebook … “I have been trying to figure out how to honor Martin...

On Hope

Merry Christmas. I love this season of birth, and life, and hope. We are haphazardly telling our children the Advent story and I am stuck somewhere around Abraham and Sarah and God’s promises to them. It is told in Genesis, this story of life come lately, of faith, of promise, and of hope. Then retold again in Romans as a reminder of faith, and the grace He provides to partake.  “Therefore it is of faith that it might be according to...

A Sacrifice of Thanksgiving

It’s the Sunday post-Thanksgiving and we are on the road back to our home. I am tucked up under Wee Man’s Star Wars blanket meditating on the gift of this weekend with my parents, sisters, and their families. It’s easy to clutch my coffee and look at the good life we’ve been given, offering my heartfelt thanks to a God who has blessed us so. It is infinitely more difficult to return to the extraordinary mundane and continue in a posture...