What Is That in Your Hand?
What am I holding onto for dear life, certain that this one thing is going to get me wherever it is I’m going? Is it my writing? My art? My marriage? My parenthood? My home? My friends? My dorky humor?
I have a feeling whatever it is has the potential to become the very thing I’m afraid of.
Dear 2024: How America in 2017 Faced the Blackout
“Quit crying about slavery! It’s been gone 150 years!”
The other side:
“Quit crying about the Confederacy! It’s been gone 150 years!”
Maybe as we look up as light and dark collide, we’ll also listen.
The Mess I Am
My breath came in gasps. “Lord, it’s okay if people don’t like me. You are the only thing good about me. Everything good about me is because of You. I accept that I’m weak and foolish and nothing.”
The Night I Disobeyed
I’d still keep it as my deep, dark secret, except that tonight I have that same burning “you have to share this.” Call me crazy. Maybe I am. But I’ve lived enough life now to know that God does move us. And we’re crazy not to listen when He speaks.
Suffragettes, Hipsters, and Hope
Ever wonder how we got here? What changed the fanciful world from Anne Shirley’s Lake of Shining Waters to the ferocious world of Katniss Everdeen’s Hunger Games?
What was it about their mothers’ world that spurred 1900s women to don suffragette ribbons and attack police officers in their determination to open voting to women?
Sleepless Heroes
A couple mornings ago blue lights outside my window startled me awake around 5 am. I peeked out and saw not one, but two police cruisers around a semi pulling a fertilize spreader and a hay elevator.
If You Never Plant…
Involuntarily, her eyes darted to the photo on the wall. How quickly two years passed! Didn’t it seem like yesterday he was a baby? And now her eight-year-old reasoned with all the wisdom of a sage.
“Help, Lord!”
“Well, my dear, I awoke at four this morning and had such a precious three hours communing with the Lord.”
Courtney stared at her friend’s perfect manicure and nodded. She inwardly cringed…
I Found Mercy
Sitting in children’s church, I’d cringe listening to Mr. Leroy and Mrs. Delane as they told us about Adam and Eve’s sin.
