the best, sweetest, hardest thing.

Open hands. These were a few of the words the Lord gave me a few years ago, as an invitation for the year. I’d had my share of transitions in recent months (with more to come.) Things had been taken and given, as always happens with transition. At the time, I was finally naming the…

Dear brave one.

[A letter to myself a few months ago, or anyone going through their own slow, painful work of healing.] Dear brave one,  I know you wouldn’t have chosen this. You wouldn’t have chosen any of this. It has been painful and hard, harder than anyone other than Jesus truly knows. It has been so lonely…

10 things saving my life this winter.

I’ve written before about what’s saving my life. (You can read those posts here & here, if you’re interested.) I used to think “saving my life” had to look big and important. I thought it had to be loud and exciting. I thought it had to be an event or something easily identified as momentous….