11Oct 18, 2013
Shine the light bright, just there. Tuesday night and we restlessly weave our way through the double doors, a slowly meandering people-river, a jumble of fabric and purses and shoes. Â We move patiently, craning our necks, and the sound of us ebbs and flows—the voices, the walking, the slide of our clothes. Â A security guard […]
12Oct 11, 2013
The older I get, the more I treasure handmade things. I look around, and those are the things that still touch me—the emblems of love carefully knitted or sewn together, the artwork sometimes curvy and crooked that wears my children’s fingerprints. Â Every year at Christmas, I hang fabric stockings one of my beautiful aunts pieced […]
13Oct 4, 2013
Morning comes and we hear the sound of the ocean, the crash of waves. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that sound,” Kevin says, fresh from sleep. Â Â Almost all week, we’ve kept the door open to hear the sea, and I keep listening to the Spirit reminding me that the voice of […]
14Sep 27, 2013
The truth is, our living is messy. It isn’t the carefully selected photos we share on Facebook. In the flurry of morning readying, I reach into the cabinet for a cereal bowl. A red-brown something has dried over the blue and purple flowers, and something tiny green and branching like a tree—something resembling a flattened […]
15Sep 20, 2013
I am an everyday daughter of the King. Or, I am a daughter of the King every day. It’s all a matter of how I hold those words—wrapped sweaty and sqeezed together in the palm or held up to the Light.  I’ve come to see that the way I order those two words—where and how I […]
16Sep 13, 2013
On the bar in the kitchen, I find a scrap of paper she has forgotten. Â The blocked letters and lines and paragraphs seem too serious for her, too stark. Â Name: _______________________________ Title/Description for yourself (something you would naturally say to introduce yourself): _______________________________. Â Her handwriting softens the lines, beautiful, plain, easy. Â Riley. Â Peace. I lay […]
17Sep 6, 2013
For my brothers and sisters roaming this desert land, wondering even now about the how: For you, it will maybe come out of nowhere, the way He spoke it.  Then again, maybe not. Through the middle, you be the tree in the wilderness, the tree that looks like my tree. He’d been leading up to it […]
18Aug 30, 2013
“1,2,3…Okay, Mom—I’m going to count how many people signed my yearbook. Â Let’s see how many I have.” And she begins again, confident that she has my attention. Â “Let’s see, I have 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8…and here I have 9, 10, 11, 12,”she says, counting the ones who wrote words and the […]
19Aug 23, 2013
Lay it down. Â That’s what you do. You press it in His hands hard the first moment you smell the rain. Â Don’t wait to surrender it. Cover yourself good, wrap up with Him, spend more time there, instead of less. Lay it down right then, and ask the people who love you to stand with […]
20Aug 16, 2013
Sometimes my hurry seeps into the most precious places. Sometimes I carry it into eternal spaces, into my living resurrected, into holy things not made for hurry. Â Hurry is a temporal symptom. Â It is a physical distraction. Â Hurry is born of all that passes away. With a sigh, we lay our hands gently against our […]