Mine or Not
So much of what comes before us isn't for us. Maturity is knowing what's ours and what isn't. It's hearing, seeing, sensing... and then knowing what to receive and what…
You and Me, Free
There's a game of Mouse Trap all sprawled out before me, waiting for a family to resume its play today. There's a grapefruit candle beside me dancing strong and happy,…
Weekend Words
So I've got another one word for our one wild weekend, friends: Live loved. When we know we're... adored accepted seen understood designed enough and wholly royal in God... we…
What I Like
The colors of spring in these parts make up for the dreariness of the winter months, and I'm grateful. I'm looking out on a happy mix of neighborhood trees. Pinks,…
Dead Mums and Stuff
"I miss waking up to you writing." It felt like a balm and a dagger. He said it pre-dawn, as he sat down on our bed to watch his Mom…
Raising the Brave
It's Sunday. The sun is hot and high, beating and beaming. It's a thick and busty 95 degrees. I have Texas blood pumping through my Cherokee veins so I'm choosing…
Colossians 3
I have mere minutes to sit and ponder and pour here today. I wish I could really nestle in, make room, and lie around in this chapter a while with…
Tune
It was well past her bedtime. She came into my room while I was readying wardrobes for the the next day. When I heard her footsteps and her, "Mommy?"... I…