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Opportunities for fear have abounded this past year and a half. When Servants of Grace invited me to contribute their series for women, and tackle the topic of fear, I took the opportunity to reflect on all that I have learned in the midst of the battle…sometimes in through the most unlikely means. You canContinue reading “Facing Fear”

My love and devotion to Welsh rugby is no secret, and so I was thrilled for the opportunity to write for Sports Spectrum about their Six Nations victory and the meaningful conversation that arose in the process. You can find the article here.

Some years ago, while reading the account of Jesus turning water into wine, I was struck by the example of faith of His mother Mary. I wrote and article on this, which was picked up by a publication that is no longer in print. I revisited and reworked the piece this spring, and I amContinue reading “Meditation on a Miracle”

I am thankful for the opportunity to share some reflections on grieving during the holidays and the healing effects of leaning into the themes of Christmas on Servants of Grace. Check it out here.

When all is said and done, will Christians be able to reach across the lines that have been drawn in the sand? I’m thankful for the opportunity to share some thoughts over at “Servants of Grace” today. Click here to read the article, “Building a Kingdom, Not a Babel.”

I think we do. “Ode to Autumn” by John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and bless   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;      To swell the gourd, and plumpContinue reading “Do We Need a Keats Ode Right About Now?”

When I was little, I wasn’t allowed to watch the “Night on Bald Mountain” portion of Fantasia. It had everything to do with my own anxious tendencies as a child and not because my parents were uptight about the holiday. Actually, my parents’ embrace of Halloween deviated from the cultural norms of the religious communityContinue reading “Solace in the Scary Part”

July is the cruelest month. That’s not exactly what T.S. Eliot said, but around this time in July, every year the flashbacks begin and the “what was I doing X years ago” starts to kick in. “This time 11 years ago I had a brother”—I can say that part the first 11 days, “this timeContinue reading “11.”

I went for a quick lunch break run on the trail and here is what I discovered: The burbling of the stream now mixes with the babbling of children playing outside. While parents look on, kids are balance-walking across fallen trees and jumping from log to log because obviously the ground is lava. I sawContinue reading “Pandemic Musings”

Hymns have words when we don’t, and I’ve been living in these words lately: Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish;Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel;Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;Earth has no sorrow that heav’n cannot heal. Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure,HereContinue reading “Remembering My Sweet, Brave Friend”