Have you had it where words won’t come? When your heart hurt so much that it bled, but none of that precious ink would drain through your hand? Could it be that God designed dying seasons with your writing life or pride in mind? Working, and Writing, in Secret I’m guilty. I act as if…
Y’all! I have some happy news to share in this short post. I’ll do that in a minute. But first I’ve got a quick update. Update #1 I’m nearly done with the draft for the Meek Not Weak (or A Taming Grace?) Bible study guide. Across five summers, 175 pages and a 25-page book proposal…
Are you ever going to finish that meek book, Abigail? Give birth already. It’s been six years since you started. Kate was blunt. But she was not the first one to mention my unfinished book. Not Complete Do you have piles of unfinished projects? I do. A glance at piles of notebooks with unfinished drafts…
“Listen to what I mean, not what I say.” My husband knows those words well as they come from his external-processor wife. My best friends know how to “take and sift my words,” as the poet wrote. To keep what is worth keeping And with the breath of kindness Blow the rest away. But I…