I had some intense, unexplained pain last week. The constant ache made it hard to think, hard to write, and hard to smile, plus it kept me awake. Just to sit—to sit—made me wince. My margins for movement were razor-thin. I learned that hurt constricts, that pain makes life feel tight. Then, in the throes,…
We hit a new low in our home this week. On Monday, strong grace led me to a place I never wanted to go. But First The Deer But I’m not writing for sympathy. I’m writing to tell you that the God is good. He gives peace. He gives rest. I’m not whistling Dixie. I…
Maybe this one beautiful life is a grand unpeeling, humbling, coming down. Maybe this is the gift. Onion-Peeled Me The layers keep coming off. Parenting peels. I can’t count the judgmental, “My child would never do…never say…never those grades,” layers that have been stripped away. Three years ago I couldn’t have imagined. Time froze the…
What rolls off your tongue when you’re in trouble? What comes out when you’re in a prison or a cave? How do you pray? Like A Song, It Came “Help me,” “Heal us,” and “Have mercy,” are desperate prayers my God has heard lately. There’s also been that prayer for a prodigal. But last night,…