if we; even though; i am

if we leave out or exclude, because they aren’t blood.  i am thankful to be learning about 100% inclusion.  if we shame or scold because they aren’t saved.  i am thankful that maybe the peace i receive from my relationship with my Creator could help someone else experience peace too: even if, even though. if

joy :: day three :: personified

today was not what i planned. i was home alone supposed to be working on homework. i tried. it just was a mess in my craft/work room and that is where i needed to do work. so my time was not wasteful but sometimes wayward. i actually started the day at the coffee shop, but

joy :: day two :: in the details

oftentimes i am too busy for the details. my brain gets mushed into thinking that everything on the news is the only news. sluggishly moping along like there is no good out there. no sparkle. no triumph. no joy. i wander in and out of a pessimistic haze, unsure of my faith, too much noise,

yes.

in life there are moments that you will relive over & over again because they are little or big gifts from God. the moment RL asked me to marry him, will be one of them: i said yes.

i have HOPE because it was SPOKEN (part one)

how do you explain a special gift of attending a women’s Christian conference & a travel plan that makes you anxious (switching planes & a big Hotlanta airport with an embarrassing story to boot), & the connections from a stranger-turned-friend are placed in just the right timing? & even perhaps, how you sit next to

turkey is not the only thing.

jesus. coffee, sometimes with sugar, always with cream. the sky at dusk. snuggly socks. the warmth of the spring sunshine. rock and roll. cheese vendor at the farmer’s market. patterns in fabric. color. motorcycle rides. aromatherapy. friends who know me inside and out. family who loves me inside and out. spilling guts to strangers. kind

push on

sometimes your keyboard is a bit too sticky. perhaps that is your truth. or maybe your tires, or your days seem flat. perhaps you have forgotten what life without hard work looks like. or perhaps you need to work harder, like i’m feeling. maybe you need a break. a rest from the busy, or a

adventure, adventure :: backpacking in the moonlight

i went backpacking for the first time last fall. where you wear your food, your clothes, your space to sleep, on your back. and you set up camp at some lovely place, where the air is fresher than your lungs know what to do with. we went up north in the lower peninsula of michigan,

the breath of freedom

the curtains take in deep breaths, as if they know i need to. the hum of the day, the dusk settling in, my lap warmed by the addictive portal. i speak of kindness, of loving your neighbor, but it is more than that. we must love our words too. protect them fiercely, know that they

beckon to the ivory arch

what will heaven look like? what will be revealed? what songs will envelope our tear free hugs of zeal? when the sun of life is setting, sprinkling grace along each day, when will we remember, that heaven is the only way? when the bluebird song is whispered, when the angels lead our march, when the