You’ve seen her too. She comes home from that date when their voices whispered late into the night and she walks slowly, head up, hips swinging a bit wider. She moves through the day, his words to her still…
A newly made, golden baguette lay between the storm and wooden doors generously wrapped with saran wrap and a blue satin bow. My new friend, Lindsay Harrison had sent this text message earlier that day: “I left a gift at your…
I so often shrink up small like the girl in the movie, A Room With A View. A prissy people-pleaser. Lucy Honeychurch’s passion and authority were palpable only when her fingers were touching the piano, only when she was pounding out great waves of Beethoven. Rev.…
So God has his working gloves on. Really, we both do, shovels in hand. We’re working around the dead shrubs planted in the front yard of my life… my people pleasing addiction. And friend, this baby has roots that go…
Meet Lynn Johnson. I’m guest posting over at her site today with this, my messy and unglamorous (though no less victorious) redemption story. And you, friend, you’ve just got to get to know Lynn. She and her husband and seven…
I hear a call in the quiet of the early morning: “Deepen,” He whispers. God is using the specific vocabulary of a Madeleine L’Engle lover. I was shaken Saturday. Triggered, that is. They were dressed straight off the cover of a JCrew catalog and I shrunk…
Repent. Yesterday’s small group we call “Journey” looked at the rocks we carry around with us, the rocks of sin, felt their weight between our hands, fingered their surface, and stopped imagining they did not keep us from breathing pure,…