what healing looks like.

We are made for stories. I’m convinced of it. We can hear bullet point sermons and explanations of who God is and how he loves us, but until we hear someone’s story and see a life truly transformed, we don’t fully see our God. But when we see the crazy, demon-possessed, nudist who lived in…

the gift of friendship + a giveaway.

I was a wreck. I could hardly believe that my grandfather was sick, let alone dying. I didn’t cry at first, because I don’t think I could absorb the words. Cancer. Advanced. Hospice. They are words for other people, until they are suddenly your words for someone you love.   And now, I was flying…

naming the pain.

I hate talking about the most painful things in my life. It’s really hard for me to admit that I’m not doing well. I even hate the simple act of saying that I am sad or upset about something. I fight the tears, but then with a whimper of surrender, I will whisper that I’m…

my seat at the table.

For some things, we’re twins. We’re both crazy about breakfast food and trips to the library. We both enjoy having friends over for dinner and talking about what we’re learning. We both love having a mug of steaming coffee in our hands and sitting close on the couch. We both delight in the sound of…

four little words.

They live in fear. Even a wedding or a birthday is tainted with the anxiety that it could be all be taken away in a moment. Evil men run the country, men with no interest in mercy or justice or compassion. Men who take what they want, not caring who they hurt or wound in…

slowing down to find gold stars.

When his fever first came, I must admit that I didn’t mind. In our long-distance dating days, I hated being far away when he got sick, not able to care for him. I still appreciate the chance to be his nurse on sick days. And besides, I thought it would be short lived, since his…