On Tuesday, February 18 th, 2014
The words for all of this beauty on #TheFarmHicksAdventure is coming. But for today, I’m over here at (in)courage – “Why the Battle for Joy is Really Worth It”… Related: Coming soon! Lord willing! I can’t wait! The miracle unfolding: The Movement that began with Two Words My Story of Radical Gratitude Take the...
On Tuesday, October 22 nd, 2013
When a nurse calls early and says she has the results of the chest x-ray, I’m standing in the kitchen. A kitchen of muffin tins and cracked eggs and two frying pans and the bacon already gone. She puts me on hold to get the file. I scratch away at the glass splattered stovetop with a razor, as if there’s this way — this way to cut things right down to the bone...
On Tuesday, September 24 th, 2013
Over here today… and I really need to connect with you over there & what’s going on in your heart
On Tuesday, July 23 rd, 2013
Lord, let there still be a few good men. Sure, in the end, there’s a small chance we’d like no rings through nostrils or studs through tongues or ivory plugs through earlobes — but the only mattering part is that he’s pierced by Your love, marked by grace, run through with mercy and one untiring sense of humor. A world tilted as wild as this one needs a...
On Thursday, June 27 th, 2013
‘Idon’t have much time left, really.” My father’s voice on the other end of the line reminds me of my grandfather’s. It’s been nearly ten years since I heard that voice. I’m making beds. I can see Dad at his breakfast table. “At best, maybe fifteen years. I’m on my last chapter.” He pauses and I let the empty space beckon answers. Grandpa died at...
On Friday, May 24 th, 2013
My Grandma Ruth, she ever only saw a cup one way. Didn’t matter if the tea’d been poured out or if the sky’d tipped over or the tap was still running loud. Every cup she ever held or tipped back or drank from, they were all right empty as far as she was concerned. She’d been dying of old age since she was 42. Every picnic was bound to get rained out. My...
On Tuesday, April 23 rd, 2013
I heard of a woman once, who when she was with child, she turned and this song swelled in her, her child’s own song, and she would hum it as she washed pots. Hum it as she did her hair up, hum that song like a beckoning. And when that woman swayed at the end of her ripening, just before the child came, she had hummed it low between each tightening, how she had hummed that...
On Thursday, February 21 st, 2013
Over here today …. It’s good to be rocked and changed with you all… Related: Of Women & Sisters & Family & How You Really Speak Lent Why It’s Okay to Cry When Lent and Valentines Collide: 40 Days of ThanksLoving
On Thursday, January 24 th, 2013
So I’m a mess and we’re all failures — at least all the honest of us are. And the truth is, no one ever runs before they take baby steps. So I scratch down these 25 points, a manifesto for sanity and there are a thousand ways in a thousand seasons to make a life glorify God. I scrawl out mine, which would be different than yours, and make a place for it on...
On Tuesday, October 02 nd, 2012
“Choose Joy. The universe works this way: you can choose joy like your weather, like your very own sky. Like your very own oxygen.” For the one key secret and a very free printable … and a space to be real and velveteen – Please come join in over here today? We’re saving a place just for you. ...
On Thursday, July 26 th, 2012
“This is the order of love: First love is patient. And patience is first a willingness to say thanks in suffering. Patience in the moment only comes from gratefulness for the moment. …. ” continue reading . . Feeling the pressure of life? Struggling to be patient when it’s all just pressing real hard? We’re over here today being real...
On Thursday, May 31 st, 2012
The best way to tend to your open wounds is to open your arms. Out-loving is the only ointment that healed anything. : : We’re over here today…