Lent, Obedience, Surrender

Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust

In her book, Teach Us To Want, Jen Pollock Michel wrote, It sounds terrifically cliché, but I don’t suppose any of us decides our come- to-Jesus moment. We don’t get to plan our Damascus road conversions. And I’m continually amazed at the truth of these words. We don’t get to choose. We don’t get to…

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Surrender

On Baptism And Absolute Surrender

Baptisms always make me weepy. For that matter, so does reciting the Nicene Creed, and whispering the confession of my faith, and kneeling at the communion rail. My inability to let things go, keeps the nearness of my sin always at the ready. I am quick to recall my own depravity. I’ve seen the depths of…

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Obedience, Surrender, Trust

When God Invites You

“We have to be braver than we think we can be, because God is constantly calling us to be more than we are.” ~Madeline L’Engle It’s been  4 weeks since I stood up in front of the women at Declare and bared some of the uglier parts of my story. I’m still feeling tender from…

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Obedience, Sacrifice, Surrender

Same Old Story

A couple of weeks ago, I held a microphone in my hand and told my messy-pride story to 150 of the most gracious women, who laughed at all the right moments, and caught their breath with me when I fought back tears. I prayed (begged) God to keep me from completely dissolving when I told…

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Art, Surrender, Worship

On Making Art

At some point, some of you started reading here for the words. I’ve felt a little guilty for the lack of them this summer. I’ve worried about becoming obsolete, about being forgotten. And then I let all of that go, and stepped away quietly anyway.  While I haven’t had many words held out for consumption,…

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Rest, Surrender, Worship, writing

Hushed

The scarlet Cardinal sings somewhere above my head. I look for him in the neighbors tree, the one to my right, with the low branches that kiss the picket tops of our privacy fence. Staring through the sprawling brown mesh of shaggy bark, I hope for a glimpse of him. He lets loose another shrill…

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