All the Things: October

My people and I took a little hike up to Devil’s Den State Park this past weekend. We laughed and we talked and we tripped on tree roots and we saw that God hides a little bit of Himself in everything He creates. (I posted this on my Instagram account. It’s my favorite social medium because pictures and no one talks politics over there. Come find me?) Just…

An Old Love

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in His hand Who saith “A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!” ~Rabbi Ben Ezra by Robert Browning   ‘It says it’s not supposed to rain until Thursday.’ I glance up from my perch on a…

Things We Learned From the Fire: the day the church broke me

In the middle of the night before Halloween my first year in high school I stood in my pajamas out in the front yard and watched our house burn all the way to the ground. A hungry spark from a wire in the attic had begun to feed its greedy, licking tongue while a family of eight remained tethered to sleepy dreams in the only peace and quiet there was…

3 Things We Should Give Just a Hot Minute

‘I heard perms are coming back.’ The gal cutting my hair and I had been talking through the mirror at each other but I turned to face her now, ‘You have to tell me right now: is that real truth?’ She pressed her lips as if holding back her words would be enough to stop the wave of terror only the generation whose hair had survived the first perms on…

Always Begin Again

Always we begin again. ~St. Benedict Call them overachievers, but most Mondays have a way of living right on up to the half-glass expectations of the usually at least once-weekly pessimistic masses. This last one had started out promising: waking up to the strong thumb of coffee pulling me out of bed by my nose, I spent a good long while with Jesus and also a bit of…

Kindly Prepared: on the changing seasons

  The last day of summer had me and my short crew running for the woods. We high-tailed it to a familiar cluster of trees next to the pond that welcomed our presence often and always with open arms. From the quiet shade those tall pines offered up, a person could lean in to the rowdy repartee of crickets, pond-songs, and even their own thoughts again if they…

To Ones Growing Up In a Social Media Culture

Hey Sweet Girl, I know you probably don’t remember me: just another mama hiding in the shade at the pool in a tankini with a bunch of kids running back and forth to my chair playing the Cheezit lotto in between their obnoxious cannonballs. You didn’t really pay much attention to me until I Mama Bear’d you towards the end of the afternoon for getting…

August Book Giveaway: Wreck My Life by Mo Isom

(Come on. Isn’t my girl positively fierce?!) One steamy afternoon when Uganda wouldn’t stop blowing her hot breath in the faces of some oven-baked writers, someone (maybe me) inquired,’Who wants to rope swing into the Nile River?’ Against all sound advice from American doctors, a couple of the crazier types took turns for the better part of an hour splitting open the Nile with our…

The Short Way Home: on healing the past

The longest way round is the shortest way home. ~Alexander Maclaren From the day my boy made me a promise and slipped a shiny ring on my finger, he began a life of teaching me about the important matters. He has taken seriously sharing wisdom he has collected on things like east from west on a map, what a yellow flag thrown on a football field means, and how to…

Killing the Lies We Are Told

‘Could those vines kill that tree?’ Paddling down the Buffalo River, my son and I had broken rank from Dad and the girls to explore closer to the shoreline, maybe catch a glimpse of a snake or two. We leaned our wet heads way back on our necks to take in the full scope of a mighty oak head and shoulders above the rest. Alongside this huge beauty were two…