Last week, there was a school shooting at a campus not far from where I live. It was a school I once considered for my four-year-old’s preschool. I didn’t choose it. But even from the outside, it feels unbearably close. Two children—just eight and ten years old—were killed. Twenty more were injured. That night, theContinue reading “Babel”
Category Archives: Healing
Rape(d)
There’s this deep hope sometimes—almost like a whisper inside—that maybe if we say it enough or don’t say it, write it down, send a letter, go to therapy, cry it out, it’ll loosen its grip. That if we give it a name, if we call it what it was, maybe it’ll shrink. Maybe “raped” willContinue reading “Rape(d)”
Devo for the Depressed
Today you are feeling discouraged. (Maybe it’s a feeling that’s lasted a lot longer than just a day.) Maybe you’re wondering: Is God real? Does he care? Does prayer change anything? Sometimes you pray and have answers. Sometimes you pray and don’t have answers. You’re hurt. You’re discouraged. You’re tired, maybe tired doesn’t even beginContinue reading “Devo for the Depressed”
Not me but You
The other night I prayed, “{God} fill me with more of You.” I shuddered to think how He may answer that prayer. The only way I have ever become less me or less focused on me is through an (unpleasant) humbling process. I thought about the prayers that would likely be answered no. I thoughtContinue reading “Not me but You”
The Dress
She saw me in the store and knew I would be the perfect fit for the somber occasion. She tried me on, and it was a done deal. While I was a little more expensive than she ever spent on clothes, the occasion merited a little more. In the bag I went, home with her,Continue reading “The Dress”
To Do Lists
One of the best things I’ve ever heard is: you’re going to die and leave items unfinished on your to-do list, and you know what, you will be dead, they won’t be done, and it won’t matter. Life will still go on. So that annoying to do list that is ever growing and never shrinking,Continue reading “To Do Lists”
The Long Road of Healing
This morning I found myself strolling down Memory Lane, a memory that scares me, a memory I wish I could bury forever and never recall. The memory used to cripple me. It would rise up from the deep, dark hole I shoved it down and arouse intense emotions, leaving me in a tail spin asContinue reading “The Long Road of Healing”