Words. I’ve grown rather tired of them this year. Everyone has words and most of them contradict, weigh down, and confuse. Are you weary of them, too? As someone who has grown up loving words, this being burdened by them, is a new experience. I recently deleted several social media accounts because I could not… Continue reading Words of Refuge
You Don’t Really Want Mr. Knightley
I recently reread Jane Austen's beloved classic, Emma and watched both the 1996 film adaption and the 2009 miniseries. To put it simply, I love that story. I love Emma's character flaws, I love Harriet Smith's gullibility, I love Mrs. Bates rambling monologues on Jane Fairfax, I love Mr. Woodhouse's over-protective father love, and more… Continue reading You Don’t Really Want Mr. Knightley
She Calls Me Grace
She’s called me “Grace” for as long as I can remember. All my birthday cards from her are addressed in that elegant handwriting “Grace.” When she used to call me inside, I’d hear it ring out through the many pine trees behind our house, “Grace!” On the day of my high school graduation, she walked… Continue reading She Calls Me Grace
Ordinary
I accidentally took a month long sabbatical from writing. Perhaps I should say it was accidental on my part, but right on schedule with the Lord's plan. I see now that it was all in His perfect wisdom, because there was much needed work to be done in my heart that could not be accomplished… Continue reading Ordinary
The Safest Place
Did you know it’s not your unwavering faith that keeps you steady but the unwavering Savior in whom your wavering faith is placed? It’s true. Sometimes (a lot of the time) I don’t understand God or how He works. But I know this to be true: He is good. He’s good when I feel it,… Continue reading The Safest Place
When Change and Tears Are Past
Our backyard is beautiful right now. This morning I woke up earlier than I had in weeks and watched the sky be painted with cotton candy colors as the rays of light pierced through the trees making known to the world that a new day was breaking. Blossoms on the barren branches waved in the… Continue reading When Change and Tears Are Past
The Kind of Friend I Want to Be
I called her one day last fall, crying, because my day had been really hard. I poured out my doubts, questions, and tears. She listened, just like she always does, and then gently reminded me that Jesus was enough and He wasn't going anywhere. We hung up the phone and I felt refreshed. A few… Continue reading The Kind of Friend I Want to Be
On a Path I Never Would’ve Chosen
I was hiking with my friend in the middle of the desert, wondering why on earth I had agreed to it. The temperature was 104 degrees and the sweat was pooling in my socks. We climbed up rocks, walked over long stretches of hard dirt, and felt the sun beat down on our backs. She… Continue reading On a Path I Never Would’ve Chosen
Tidings of Comfort & Joy
This morning when checking my email, I found one from my grandmother about Hallmark channel's "Jingle in July." For those of you who have not ever enjoyed a Hallmark Christmas film, this is a summer excuse for Christmas lovers around the world to forget that it's the dead of summer, curl up on the couch,… Continue reading Tidings of Comfort & Joy
Where the Wildflowers Danced
It was dusk and I was driving through the Midwestern country roads on my way home from babysitting for some friends. Peter Hollens' album of folk songs played softly in my car, and the wind rushed through the open windows blowing my hair all around. But my heart was heavy. As I wound out of… Continue reading Where the Wildflowers Danced
