“Danae?” knock knock on the bathroom door.
“What?”
“Can you come out? I need to tell you something.”
“Danae?” knock knock on the bathroom door.
“What?”
“Can you come out? I need to tell you something.”
stories about community • part 1
Lately, I can’t talk about [authentic] [healthy] community without mentioning the concepts of “vulnerability” and “acceptance”. As I begin to process this idea in this space, it’s helpful for me (maybe for you, too!) to consider the exact definitions of those words:
authentic: of undisputed origin; genuine. made or done in the traditional or original way, or in a way that faithfully resembles an original. (in existentialist philosophy) relating to or denoting an emotionally appropriate, significant, purposive, and responsible mode of human life. Continue reading “september 30 . 2016”
san diego lovin’
I. Ocean Beach at sunset is pretty perfect. The girls had never been on a California beach before, so of course they were overjoyed when they could play in the waves for hours and “not get hypothermia”. As the sun went down, I was content to sit on the shore and watch them, breathing deeply of the salty air and letting every tension melt into the sand. Continue reading “august 26 . 2016”
written as I consider the pain that I see being felt all over the world
Dear Reader, if you claim to know Him yet felt your insides squeeze a little when you read one, two, maybe all of the phrases right above this one…oh, I’m praying for you tonight.
The One who takes an interest in the state of the country.
The state of this hemisphere.
The state of the world.
The One who sees the brokenness of humanity – all of us – yes, the red, yellow, black, and white ones. Continue reading “july 29 . 2016”
“Hope deferred makes the heart sick but when dreams come true, there is life and joy.” Proverbs 13:12 MSG
I used to read and interpret this verse in the context of romantic relationships – because when you’re single, sometimes just all the verses apply to romantic relationships. #realtalk.
I want to speak to Process.
Journey. Space. Time elapsing.
The distance between the Word and the Word’s fulfillment.
Can we be real?
In my subconscious, early-morning mind, I was processing how the Lord has been going after F E A R in every area of my life–big and small–in the past year. Since moving back to Oregon, I have felt an increase in breakthrough as I am walking in greater victory over my thought life…
. the Oregon Season .
I moved back to the place of my birth over the weekend.
I’m sitting here at a local Craft-coffee shop and needing to start work but can’t. This piece has been skipping around my heart and mind since Friday, when I was sobbing in my car after a sunshine-run, talking to a dying Saint at the other end of the phone. Continue reading “january 27 . 2014”