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A place to find encouragement for the journey, color for nourishment, rainbows in the wilderness.

October 21, 2019

"This is never going to work," I say out loud to myself as I look into the mirror. How can I possibly feel confident delivering a speech looking like, well, me?

I can't stand the way I look. I'm even less enchanted with the way I speak. And yet, I must stand up in...

January 10, 2019

"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."

A friend of mine posted this saying on social media yesterday and received negative feedback. I'm sure she was crushed.

I know well the point she was trying to make. I grew up hearing the same word...

December 27, 2018

Whenever I hear my little rooster crow, I think of God.

Long before the sun is up, when the world is still black in darkness and that young crooner begins his vocal warmup, I've a small reminder of God's love for me. Those calls break through to a mind miles from sunris...

October 10, 2018


It’s what we all aspire to, one of our greatest desires. We all want to make a difference on this planet, we were each one of us born to impact, to have purpose. 

Dynamic purpose.

Purpose that encourages others on their journeys, those that are walked, run, and s...

October 4, 2018

We all need one.

A secret place all ours. One set apart and exclusive, where we can be reminded of who we are.

A place where silence mediates.

Where it makes a way for God.

And there, repentance and reasoning, authenticity and gratitude, find sanctuary.

War finds a place to...

October 2, 2018

When the sun loses ambition and begins to rest lower in the sky, when tender light brightens gold and burnt red and emerald green, when fields turn yellow and tall grasses gain tawny tassels and flowers in clumps alongside the road remain colorful, even as thick trees...

September 27, 2018

The sky is cold, the sun pallid behind clouds stretched thin, the goat I milk as white as this early fall morning, as white the mist that hangs suspended in ribbons close to the ground and wrapped around trees, as white as the milk that hits the pail.

As white as my hea...

September 25, 2018

I didn’t know I wanted to write. 

I didn’t know I could. 

Until I found I had purpose in it.

And then, what began as a trickle expanded and bubbled, became a brook that joined living waters, moved over rock and bramble and dam, through crevice and around formation, to exp...

September 21, 2018

We can’t take anything with us into the next life but I don’t know a mom who doesn’t try. Or, at least one who won’t keep a child’s note or gift or sweet remembrance until her very last inhale.

They’re in a drawer in the chest next to her bed, or in the dresser where sh...

June 26, 2018

Why does taking a stand for some IDEA mean disparaging some ONE?

When does desiring truth imply at all costs?

How have we become so blind to our own hypocrisy?

Just because I see value in a system that differs from yours doesn’t mean my understanding is invalid. It doesn’...

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