Every bit of ground I own, every space I occupy, I’m homesick. I’m homesick with an ache so loud, I can almost hear it growl. But I feel it too. Clawing at my insides, searching for something to devour, eating away at my throbbing heart. Nothing satisfies. All of it is highlighted against the backdrop of the overwhelming weight of the world. I remember how Hope first came to me. How I’d lived as an unconventional...
Read More
In Texas, Fall whispers to us with exception of the occasional Scarlet or Shummard Oak, Hickory tree, or the dull yellow of a mangled Bodark. But before change was evident, my family headed west. Years ago, in our apartment in Bad Windshiem, Germany, my husband and I promised ourselves to travel stateside, to be as intentional at home as we were abroad. We’d traveled much of Europe. On the antiquated cobblestone streets...
Read MoreSome of us were taught salvation is an arrival. But really, it’s a ride. And if we if we take our seat, not passively sit-back-and-be-a-passenger, but actively and willingly participate with the Spirit of God, fear of the unknown threatens us. “You will die, either of embarrassment or of a heart attack,” storm the words of Fear. We can obey Fear or we can become a people of the wind. For some, this comes...
Read More
(Stay tuned for next week. I’ll be giving away books, free printables, and jewelry as part of my #write31days, series.) “All of God is accessible to you through Christ. Cultivate His knowledge above everything else on earth.” A.W. Tozer, Man: The Dwelling Place of God I sat on my blue couch, in Killeen, Texas, in the first house I ever owned with short-n-shaggy brown carpet under my feet. Fatigue...
Read More
