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back to the basics
As I look back on the past six months, I want to fall to my face and say thank you to God for letting me make it here. Back to the basics. Back to my knees. Back to being broken before the only One who can heal. For awhile there, I tried to make it…
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home again
Coming back to this site feels like opening the door to a stranger’s attic, ascending the steep stairs, and rounding the corner to see the dust glitter in the sunlight. I smell the carpet, feel the warmth of the summer heat, see the tree through the round window as it scrapes its branches against the…
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the grace to give thanks
Maybe it is the holidays closing in upon us that makes me weary, or perhaps it is the 24/7 life that calls to keep on keeping on–either way, I look out my backyard window and ask, “How much longer, Lord?” I don’t think I even fully understand what it is that I await. I just…
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burdens breaking
These last few weeks have been filled with moments of hardship. Things that should have been simple have hurt me, and I’ve fallen asleep some nights with an aching for another home. I have felt the weight of this calling–the calling to serve, the calling to sacrifice, the calling to keep on pouring out even…
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the old man and the sea
My students and I are about to start reading The Old Man and the Sea, and I’m excited/scared to explore the idea of defeat with them. In the book Santiago fights to bring home the greatest marlin man has ever seen, and although he fails, there is still victory in his return. Even though the…
a scribble of jo 