In the giving In the taking away In the sun and the rain You love me everlasting Even in my ungratefulness Rescuing me Breathing new life into my soul Adding flesh and fortifying my weary bones
This Past Year, a Lament
He Is
But God cannot be defined.Will not be confined. He is the breaker of shackles, the destroyer of chains.
A Letter to Our Home’s New People
And though it's bittersweet, we leave you with this house, this home, where babies and a marriage grew up. Where life happened, and nearly ten years worth of laughter and love soaked into each and every room, turning this house into a home.
Stage Left
But I was made for more, much more.
Taste & See
Setting forth in the direction He's called, Ready to dance among the stars. The weight of the world lifts at last As I follow with my whole heart. Feel the sunshine on your hair, girl? Those raindrops on your tongue? Smell the sweet, cool air of mountains? Sand tickling toes as you run? Traveling this road of…
Her
The weight of her in my arms, unchanged by time. The smell of her sweet, musky joy so pure. Traces of the baby she was play across a woman's face. The full, ebullient round of my love, the swell of heart, it's almost too much to bear. Yet we endure in this dance, She as…
The Goodness of Being Small
there's a goodness in small, a stature of humble bowing in dependence outside of self, acknowledging I am not mountain, nor am I sea, despite all my striving, all I claim to be. for the One who planted mountain poured out the sea painting His glory for all to see. and here in my smallness,…
Transformation: Renewing Our Minds
Our family recently returned from a crazy family camping weekend. Lots of group activities, very little sleep, critters, and plenty of bug bites with memories to match. You know, all the things that make for good family lore. The best part of the whole weekend? We had no cell service in the park due to the…
What are you? Who am I? How do you know?
Over and over, these questions of existence, purpose, and identity haunt our individual consciences, floating in and out of our daily activities, clouds dancing across the sun. Søren Kierkegaard famously stated, “Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” So in answering the questions that acknowledge my existence, I have a…
While I Wait, I Work
In a reiteration of historian Thomas Fuller, "The darkest hour always comes before the dawn." Once Jesus gave up His spirit, creation's heart broke with a great earthquake, the dead emerged from their tombs, and the Holy of Holies became visible from behind a torn curtain. "This man truly was the Son of God!" proclaimed those present at…
