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  • How to Keep up the Fight for Joy:

    On Monday, July 08 th, 2013

    The ring Sara sent me in June, it didn’t fit on my middle finger. Sara had wore it on her middle finger — until the ring’s sterling silver weight had made her enflamed knuckles burn. That’s when she wound it off slow, slipped in an envelope and had her grocery lady drop it off at the post office. Sara knew. The fire in my bones had been about extinguished. If I wore...

  • Why You Are Where You Are: For Such a Time as Now

    On Tuesday, June 18 th, 2013

    It’s like the skin of this place is red. Everywhere, red soil sheathes things, like hardly under the surface of Africa’s dirt is her heart. Like you could scratch your toe here and feel the pulse of what’s alive. Everywhere here is a thin place. We drive red roads to meet Anna. We pass bicycles grunting under water jugs, bags stretched taut with cassava. I lean out a...

  • When You Sort of Feel Like You’re Drowning

    On Thursday, May 23 rd, 2013

    It came after a week of rain. After she driven home through the rain, watched the rain come across fields. It’d ponded between rows. It had sheeted and ponded and thrummed the hood of the pick-up like the drumming of everything thrown at her, everything coming down that never stopped, and all the fields along the 4th line, they had flooded. There were soggy towels on ...

  • How to Live Through the Really Hard Storms

    On Monday, May 20 th, 2013

    {because my heart is with all the folks living through all kinds of bad storms this spring…} ‘If God really works in everything — then why don’t we thank Him for everything?” She asks me this straight out. My daughter, Hope, and I, we sit in the truck on the field’s hem, waiting to give the Farmer his lunch. The Farmer’s planting bean seeds into ea...

  • Simply 3 Words For Every Day

    On Wednesday, May 15 th, 2013

    He’d set the alarm for 1 AM on a Monday morning because sometimes a man has to do what he has to do. He’d slept the rest of a Farmer on the Lord’s Day. Then hauled to the fields in the pitch dark just as soon as Monday feebly birthed. Before that sun finally dragged up, he had a whole field worked up and half a ton of dirt ground into his jeans. By sun down...

  • When You Feel like Everyone is Bigger, Better, Smarter… { or ‘How to be a Star’}

    On Monday, May 13 th, 2013

    When the fog meandered in lost on a spring evening in May, she hung her apron up in the back mudroom. She wandered down the back lane too. Down in the woods, she could hear them, the frogs singing, an invisible symphony. She knotted the one side of her skirt up to step over a pothole. She tried to make her way. In a world of reaching, how do you rest? In a culture of numbers h...

  • The Ultimate Girlfriend Gift

    On Wednesday, May 08 th, 2013

    We threw stones first. I mean — after we’ve all been bloodied by stones, why not just start there? Effie Bryce sat near Nan Marlin. And Greta Vanderhoef and Darlene Finch, and 75 year-old Mrs. Margaret van Veen who led me to Jesus when I was a kid and the elderly Mrs. King who lives on the farm behind us and has brought Easter gifts to our kids for the last 16 y...

  • 40 Things You Need to Know Before You’re 40 . . . . Letters to a Woman Mid-Way

    On Tuesday, April 30 th, 2013

    Dear Self, Look, you have only got so many days till your midway. Till you’ve heard almost half the morning doves you ever will. Felt the sun on your face half as many chances as you’ll have, laughed half as many times as you’ll ever know — and who knows, maybe most of your God-blessed moments are already passed? So for the holy sake of sanity get off th...

  • How to Make a Home

    On Thursday, April 11 th, 2013

    Sometimes in the middle of the night, her hip would graze his and his arm would find her waist and she would lay awake in the middle of their life. She didn’t know what would come next and how it all would unfold, but that new mercies always would. He made it simple. Raising, teaching, the children, wasn’t. And the meals she always had to kee...

  • When You’re Struggling through Holy Week (Thursday)

    On Thursday, March 28 th, 2013

    There’s snow in the middle of Holy Week. A dusting, a sugar snow, an Easter snow. As if the whole smashed world is intent on freezing. Doing whatever it takes, over and over again, to stay numbed to the burn of the pain. Because somebody’s beloved kid had a womb scraped out to get rid of a kid. As if a family tree can be conveniently cut up. A 14-year-old boy shoots hi...

  • Why You need an Island of Quiet right now

    On Wednesday, March 27 th, 2013

    Sunday, there’d been the crowning, the waving of the palms. Monday, then the cleansing, the cursing of the fig. Tuesday, the conflict, the plotting of the Pharisee. Then come Thursday —  there would be the communion, the breaking of the bread. And Friday, the crucifixion, the hanging of the impossible dead. And at no point could  anyone have imagined the confusio...

  • How To Get Through Cancer, Dark Times, & Suffering {…and an interview @Desiring God}

    On Monday, March 25 th, 2013

    So this Palm Sunday weekend found me gathering with the women from Perimeter Church. Where songwriter Laura Story, and her soul beautiful friend,Tiffany both attend…. and I pray their God stories in the midst of suffering forever change me: {Consider muting Mr. Nevue’s music over in the left sidebar, clicking on the speaker icon? and RSS readers may click her...

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