When Your Life Is Dislocated

I’ve never suffered from a dislocated limb gruesomely detached from my body. That actually sounds very painful. Let me tell you what I have suffered – a dislocated life. You know? A life torn, ripped from structure, knowing, predictability, and routine. I didn’t realize how much I liked and needed those things until my life was ...

Affirming the Faith

The world is spinning very quickly. People are moving and doing. I am in the middle – the middle of living, the middle of the sea. I’ll take courage because I am not alone. Christ goes before me. The shore is just ahead. The winds won’t always whip the waves while I row. “Take courage ...

She Is A Wonder

Doing a bit of poetry with #shejournals because sometimes when you excavate faith, you unearth tiny poem treasures. She is a wonder. She is an anomaly of hope. Edges frayed, dyed with Blood-stained faith. She is a woman who Rises from the ashes. “No” is not an answer That deters her. “No” gives her the ...

I Can’t Have Justice Without Mercy

Pondering grace again and wondering how we, the body of Christ, can show love and grace when imperfect people make mistakes.  I can’t have justice without mercy.  When I say “you,” I mean the collective “us.”  My heart was grieved this morning reading some of the comments about a pastor resigning from his church.  These ...

Moving Forward

I wonder sometimes if in our pursuit to be ourselves, we overstep the boundaries of rest. I wonder if the constant moving forward compromises renewal. Does it alter our perspective or give us a sense of progress? What if progress meant standing still? I wonder if we, I, could weather the silence of rest. I’m ...