We sit across from another couple in the brightly lit cafe, cups of coffee and tea warming our hands. We have flown back from a quick visit to Washington and I'm a jumble of emotions. A job has been offered and we are praying over it...and I make a small comment about how much I … Continue reading In the Sojourning
December dawns with ice thick on the trees and my breath freezing on the scarf around my neck as I walk the trail out behind the house. I don't know how many footsteps I've taken over the past 4 months, walking the field behind us, but I still can't get my fill of the horizon … Continue reading Hope
There has been much waiting in this season, and as I recite my verses, I tend to linger on verse 19, "I am a sojourner on the earth..." Yes. This week found me leaning into the beginning of this week's verses, "My soul clings to the dust..." Again, yes. When everything feels uncertain, when you … Continue reading Memory Monday on a Wednesday…with Matthew Henry
This past week seems to be the one where the words of these verses have begun to solidify in my mind. Where I randomly wake up in the early dark, and instead of the uncertainty of everything running through my mind, I turn to the first 20 verses of Psalm 119 without needing to reach … Continue reading Memory Monday: Week 12
His feet rested next to mine on the stool between us as we sat in the quiet of our front porch. I know the danger of not being in scripture when my heart is overwhelmed and so I have pressed in to the worn pages of my Bible. But in this space, I whispered to … Continue reading Memory Monday: Week 8
I meant to write more regularly as we press into memorizing the verses of Psalm 119 - but then life went a little crazy, as it often does. But it was unexpected and hard and beautiful and heartbreaking. This month has held more tears than I dreamed 31 days could, both tears of joy and … Continue reading June Memory Cards
Her quiet voice was filled with a panic as she called down from the top of the stairs. I think it was the urgency that interrupted my sleep, more than the intrusion of words. "He's screaming, Mama...he woke up screaming and I don't know what's wrong." I rushed to the side of his bed; his … Continue reading Memory Monday: The Beginning
