Emerge: move out of or away from something, and come into view. It was a day in May in Oklahoma, and 30 years had passed since shame had silenced her tongue. A mama now, that girl from long ago was lifting the window to listen to her children play in the spring-green field behind her […]
The Law of God
“[The law of God] is the preserver of true freedom and liberty. It points out and prohibits those things that degrade and enslave…” -Ellen White, Education pg. 291 This quote affects me deeply, and I think it’s because I see Jesus there, in place of the phrase Law of God. And when I look through the lens of […]
When Motherhood is Hard: Still In Christ
So Tuesday night found me flipping through Google, hunting down the local Christian schools. ‘Flipping’ is a good word because I’d earlier flipped my lid. “I’m about to leave!” I’d seethed to my husband as things had heated to a climax. “Why don’t you?” he’d shot back, thrusting the baby and leveling a glare. I […]
Seasons of Grace
My husband has been gone for six months now. He wrote that in some ways it seems impossible that he’ll see me again– that I seem almost more a figment of his imagination–and I understand. After months and months of talking through keyboards and the occasional computer screen, it is very hard for me to […]
There Is Grace
He wanted an ice cream cake for his birthday: white cake, with the ice cream strawberry. I whipped eggs for 30 minutes in an attempt to get those peaks, but only managed a firm sort of foam. He snuggled close. All seven years of boy pressed into my arm as I folded the batter between […]
Furious Love
Furious Nothing can tear us from The grip of His mighty love We’ve only glimpsed His vast affection Heard whispers of His heart and passion It’s pouring down… His love is deep, His love is wide And it covers us His love is fierce, His love is strong It’s furious His love is sweet, His […]
Sometimes, Child, It Takes Fire
I’m ready to write about you now. You, who have moved out of me, and away. We burned the cord–the man who helped make you, and the woman who bore you–we burned it between two flames. Sometimes, child, sometimes, it takes fire to be set free.
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