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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...

On Fear, and Not Being Okay.

Two weeks ago, I had a paper cut on my wrist. By lunchtime, it was red and a little sore. By dinner, there were red streaks halfway up my forearm. By the time I swallowed the antibiotics in the emergency room, they were past my elbow. Oh, and a few years, ago, my dad almost died from a staph infection that turned into necrotizing fasciitis in his leg. So when the ER doc tells you he is worried, and lists all the symptoms that...

More about Rocks, my big brother, and my dad. (Part 2 of 3).

To read Part 1, please click here… I have a half-brother, eleven years older than me, who, until college, was unable to have much contact with us. I spent most of my young childhood desperately wishing for an older brother. Two sisters just did not measure up at the time.  Eighteen year old John presented himself in our lives just in time for me to project all of my hero worship right squarely on his broad shouldered back. It may...

How Great Thou Art: My Allume

My Allume always seems to happen in the margins. Thursday morning at 4:30 am, our fire alarm went off. Twice. It took me several minutes of confusion and panic to determine what the sound was and where it was coming from. There was no fire, no carbon monoxide, and the children were still sleeping, limbs all akimbo across their rumpled sheets.  (Note to self: do NOT expect them to save us in case of actual emergency) My alarm was set...

Moving Part 4: Material Blessing and Spiritual Favor

(Editor’s note: We are in Virginia now, and I have every intention of writing ALL THE THINGS and then I fall into bed at night exhausted and overwhelmed with nothing left. I am slooowly catching up in this space, but with Baby Girl due in 2 weeks, have grace for the distinct lack of posting! Also, I realize I am late to the party on responding to this, but it truly is my heart.  May 22, our second day in the...

Moving: Part Two

Oh friends. I am still having ALL THE EMOTIONS. We moved from our dear 403 house, our home for the last three years, into the hotel last weekend. I very much loved this house, but what grieves me more than leaving the walls that literally held me up through a very hard deployment, is leaving the community it represents. Remember, I”m not finished here. (This happened here …. ) We are officially in the grieving stage of this move –...