the flax seed spill truth.

It only took seconds and they were everywhere. Tiny brown flax seeds covered my counter and my floor and every crack and crevice in between. Small, exploring hands had pulled them down, quite on accident, and now my eyes filled with tears looking at the tremendous mess before me. I wish I could say my…

why we need a broken heart.

I almost scrolled past it. Even when I talk about people in need and want to do something for them, even in the midst of good intentions and brave words, it is so easy to miss the pain and heartache of another. A friend posted pictures of relief being given in Haiti after Hurricane Matthew….

when waiting for what you want turns out to be pure grace.

For the last few years, I’ve started the fall (or what feels like fall, which is sometimes early August in the university life) by asking Jesus to give me four words. It started as a prompt from this article by Shauna Niequist, but has evolved to be something more than just goal setting. To me,…

hello fall. [+ a giveaway]

September has always felt more like the start of a new year to me than January ever has. It probably has something to do with being part of the academic cycle for so long, even after my own days as a student ended. And this September certainly felt like the start of all sorts of…