second poem in our fall collection, Ourselves and the Leaves. Hey. . . You don't have to hold your bretath anymore. Our feelings about this fall and this year can be complicated. All of us and our worst what ifs can't stop the spring.
The Colors of Hope
Experiencing and expressing pain is always vulnerable, but you know what? Experiencing and expressing joy is vulnerable too. I'm so glad God is with us for both. Could it be we feel overwhelmed and filled with unrest because we are afraid to rejoice? I'm glad we don't have to feel brave to bravely open our… Continue reading The Colors of Hope
The Surprising Habit of Pain
Pain has a surprising habit of crushing our hearts gloriously nearer to God Himself. And it is God who can take the impossible--especially the impossible!--and transform it into beauty while pressing His love and goodness deep into our chasm of heartache. But we turn to despair so fast. Surely pain is here because we are… Continue reading The Surprising Habit of Pain
Learning to Sing
It was just a regular morning. I woke up, heard the coffee grinding, took a hot shower, got dressed, slapped on some makeup, examined the snapdragons I can't get enough of, and made my way to work. But as I was walking to the truck, a picture of myself and God popped into my head.… Continue reading Learning to Sing