On coming to the edge…..

Dear where-I-am-now, Selling our home and leaving the city to move to these wild mountains has felt like a crazy-big leap to this wide-eyed heart of mine and I find myself both smitten and on edge. Even as we felt led to this place,  it still feels like I’ve wandered into a secret garden and…

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Swinging doors and celebrate me home…..

So why,  in the wild, wild beauty of this sweet breath of God, is church even a thing? I remember the way my soul drew up taller when the couple climbed from their car to meet us in the field where we used to play like banshees until the organ began to play. They were…

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Love letters and the long way home….

Shame is a psychopath with a fake badge. Guilt – it has some value. Guilt says,  “hey,  that was a bad call.  So not you.  Go apologize.” It’s crisp.  Clear. Put things right because you’re not gonna want to haul this around. “Acknowledge. Own. Forgive. Learn. Grow,” Guilt counsels.  Go clean off and get back in the game. Shame doesn’t care about you…

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