My son has a thing for sticks. He collects every good stick he can find. At any given time you'll see him out in the yard waving a stick around like it's a ninja staff. He keeps the collection in an untidy pile right next to the front door. I've found sticks in the laundry, … Continue reading Sticks

Buried alive

One step toward you and I'm fallen. Like breathing, falling in love came so freely. This gravity draws me deeper until I'm submerged and breathing in the song escaping your lips. It's there, at the moment of my burial, that I find I'm fully alive.


The whole of the gospel speaks of dying to ones self in order that Christ may live within. I have often prayed the prayer that David prayed in Psalm 51:10 "Create in me a clean heart, O God, And renew a steadfast spirit within me." There's risk involved with praying such prayers. For the heart … Continue reading Renewed


The same phrase keeps resonating in my head this week, "Have you finished doing the last thing God asked you to do?" I'm thinking the answer is probably "no" but I can't remember the last thing he asked me to do, which makes me realize I'm not listening as well as I think I am, … Continue reading Listen

When to Speak

Oh the tongue, unruly little member that it is. So hard to control yet able to kindle sparks into wildfires so quickly. More devastating is the heart of man, so quickly devising opinions; so quick to judge and having direct access to the aforementioned member. This arrangement makes it difficult to control myself especially when … Continue reading When to Speak


I always thought my dad was a hero. I think a lot of us feel that way when we're growing up. Fathers possess super powers to fix everything from squeaky hinges to teary moments and automotive mayhem. I still call my dad when the car is making a goofy noise and I'm worried. My husband … Continue reading Heroes