Devon and my journey of waking up to racism
For about four months now, I have been pressing into the uncomfortable place that lies between ignorance and motivating-awareness.
Before, I turned a blind eye, a deaf ear, a walled-up heart that wouldn’t let in deep sadness and others’ pain that I can never fully understand. It was a deep expanse of Unknown, this thing that I was sort of aware of but didn’t acknowledge. Continue reading “december 30 . 2016”
Jesus, my Prince of Peace • part 1
Advent is well upon us and as I consider and anticipate the celebration of the coming of our precious Savior, I am overwhelmed when I think about the names He was called when he was promised to us by the prophet Isaiah…
…Prince of Peace…
Perhaps to you, peace means the absence of noise in your house. Perhaps it means no violence in your space, your community, your land. Perhaps it means unity between you and your spouse, your significant other, your child, your parents, or your dearest friend.
For me, peace means the presence of the One who rescued and healed me of the oppression of anxiety. Continue reading “december 9 . 2016”
being present : seasons
My commutes on Thursday mornings are eeaaaarrrrllllyyyy. I fondly refer to myself as a “morning person” but a 5am alarm can be jarring at times, even for me.
The drive time from my home on the mountain to the little school where I recruit, enroll, and advise is anywhere from 18 to 45 minutes. This particular Thursday, I took a different route to work and pulled up a podcast I recently discovered (I know, sooo late to the party). Continue reading “october 21 . 2016”
being present : the phone
I have a favorite bookmark.
This bookmark was given to me by a dear friend from my season of living in California. I became the fourth and youngest member of a prayer group/book club, made up of ladies who loved Jesus and wanted to know Him more. Debbie, Grace, Justina and I met for 2 years, every Thursday, reading and discussing incredible books like Intercessory Prayer by Dutch Sheets, The Utter Relief of Holiness by John Eldredge, and The Pursuit of God by A.W. Tozer. One Christmas, Justina made us each a gorgeous ribbon bookmark. I had never seen one before and was completely captivated. I think this is maybe where my obsession with gold began. Continue reading “october 14 . 2016”
written as I consider the pain that I see being felt all over the world
Lately, I have been feeding on His faithfulness because He has been so good, because He is good right now, and because I need to constantly remember that He will always continue to be good, will never cease to be good, and is even better than I think He is.
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”
I want to speak to Process.
Journey. Space. Time elapsing.
The distance between the Word and the Word’s fulfillment.
Can we be real?
Continue reading “may 30 . 2015”
k i n d n e s s .
I just want to be kind. Continue reading “june 14 . 2014”
This post is entitled, “Accidental Altar Call”.
Continue reading “february 15 . 2014”