Be brave enough to tell your hard stories

A year ago Sunday, my beloved aunt tried to take her own life after a long battle with depression and anxiety. A year ago, I received a phone call from my younger cousin telling me her mom shot herself and would I please come and stay with her and her siblings. A year ago,  I…

When you have no words (and that’s okay)

I ask my friend in the Dillons parking lot, shoppers passing by with carts full of riches untold for most of the people in this world. “Do you ever feel like you don’t have any words left, or maybe that there’s too much to say for words?” Like you just need to be with the people you…

The Power of Story

I’ve always thought there had to be a pretty compelling reason Jesus told stories all the time. I mean, He was God. He had infinite powers, infinite understanding, infinite ability to say just the right words to make people do what He wanted them to do. And He chose to tell us a story about an…

Preventing creative burn-out

Burn-out. Such an ugly phrase. I prefer to use other, nicer words like tired or stressed or encountering writers’ block, but the result is the same. I end up discouraged and depressed, banging my head on a mental wall and desperately squeezing every last drop of creativity from my soul to meet real (or self-imposed)…

When you don’t have words

“Do you ever feel that way?” I ask my friend in the Dillons parking lot, shoppers passing by with carts full of riches untold for most of the people in this world. “Like you don’t have any words left, or maybe that there’s too much to say for words?” Like you just need to be with the…

When Life’s Up in the Air

Have you ever just felt like your life’s completely up in the air? This decision depends on this outcome which is dependent on this other unknown factor. So many uncertainties and unknowns and factors far outside of your control that you feel like you’re treading air and getting nowhere and yet falling at a tremendous…

When your story hurts

On Friday morning, four days ago,  my beloved aunt tried to take her own life. She shot herself in the stomach after a months-long struggle with anxiety and depression. At 11:00 a.m. my phone rang and Lauren, at 22 the oldest of their seven children and more my little sister than cousin, came on the…

Come, O Come, Emmanuel

Why, Lord? How long, Lord? I say it with David and countless other people through the ages. Why, Lord? How long? Why did this good man die of cancer? Why these beautiful, godly women with empty arms longing for husband and children? Why these babies dying and across the sea my little brothers and sisters…

Why do we rest (and what does that look like?)

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven.” Ecclesiastes 3:1 Sometimes I think the dirtiest word in Christian circles is a four-letter word you might not expect: rest. Do you feel that way sometimes? Because we have a purpose and calling, and there’s always at least one more good…