House Church

Please be my people. Almost every time, I leave their house feeling lighter than when I got there, even in my work clothes and work grime and work weariness. What was dormant in me is now stirring; what was dull is now reflecting bits of light as I walk back to my car on another ...

It’s time to change the song

The same song echoes in a new room. The acoustics are different, the walls are a brighter blue, and though there are familiar faces in the lopsided pictures hanging between windows and corners, the faces belonging to those who are tangibly here  are new additions. I can breathe easier here. The windows aren’t stuck and ...

A First Homecoming

“There isn’t a cloud in sight,” they say, though sometimes there might be a few wispy white things on the edge of the horizon, hovering above housetops and distant mountains. And while I can’t see those distant mountains from here, I looked around, squinting, and there truly is not a cloud in sight. I’m home. ...

Now is the right time

It needs to stop, this wanting to write but never taking the time It needs to happen, this writing I keep talking about. This is my corner of the Internet. Facebook can feel too much like being at a family reunion, with all the aunts and uncles and grandparents and cousins asking me what’s going ...

When the Darkness Wins

Today, I’m mourning the loss of a man I never knew. I read line after line about the impact he had on people, about their love for him, about his love for them. There was so much more to him than the brokenness in him and around him. There was kindness and faith, there was ...

When You Say Goodbye

You hold out your autograph book, the one with the multicolored pages and the dinosaur cover, the one you got when you were a child. You hold it out with pride, not embarrassment, for the decade and a half of memories it carries — of names and notes, of crossed-out words and hard-to-read cursive. You’ve taken ...

Here’s To Being Honest

It’s been three years since a major bend in the road of my life coincided with the start of a calendar year. Then, I was excited. Then, I pinned all my hopes on a time of transformation overseas. And it was a time of transformation, growth, friendships. I’m grateful. My attitude now, however, is a ...

The Rainbow

The light is weird: bright, bright sun and a collage of clouds at near dusk, and in the eerie I see the start of a rainbow, oh so vivid. And I cry. Twice I pull over on the side of the road to gaze and to hold up my little phone with its weak little ...

Reflections on 9/11

12. September 2014 Life, Reflections 2
Thirteen years ago, I was sitting in front of our thick computer playing a spelling game. I still remember the bright yellow on the screen. I was 12 years old, in my last full year as a homeschooler, and it’s my only homeschooling memory I can pin down to a specific day. My mom interrupted ...