For years I bought into a lie about freedom. That creatives were these weird gypsy spirits that twirled and flitted from idea to idea, life to life,… Read more “The Fight for Freedom”
Jesus didn’t change anything in an instant. In fact, He didn’t really change any of my circumstances.
But He turned me.
Quiet isn’t a word that is traditionally used to describe me. Gregarious. Boisterous. Loud. All adjectives (and aptly so) have been applied in one way or another through my life.
So why, in an age where women are garnering power with their voices, would I choose the word ‘quiet’ for 2018?
I’m glad you asked.
Maybe I have been working on that pun all day as this post has simmered in my brain. The puntastic nature of this post should not be overlooked.… Read more “I’m Ovary It”
There was a time in my life when I thought I wasn’t a bitter person. When I deluded myself into believing I wasn’t angry. Wasn’t hurt. Wasn’t… Read more “Cutting Away the Root of Bitterness”
Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus. So, when he heard that Lazarus was ill, he stayed two days longer in the place where he… Read more “When Jesus Waits Two Days”
I am not good at being alone for extended periods of time. I’m terrible at being silent. And I’m fairly sure that demure or composed are words… Read more “The War of Being Made New”