Step Into The Closet: Refine {the retreat}

Step Into The Closet: Refine {the retreat}

With September half over, the rush of the coming seasons breaths heavy down my neck. The days slip past, water between my fingers. I cannot hold them– I’m hungry for retreat, for extended time in my closet, on the floor, in the quiet. I think there are some of you who want this too. Actually, I know there are.  We carry a lot of baggage, you and I. The weight of it overwhelms. I’ve been creating a place–building an...

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The Thing About Inner Rings

The Thing About Inner Rings

Until you conquer the fear of being an outsider, an outsider you will remain. C.S. Lewis, The Weight Of Glory  I transferred to my new high school a month after the school year had started. Uprooted, (literally) two months prior by hurricane Andrew, I’d spent the very beginning of the school year attending a temporary school, while we waited for military moving orders. I was the quintessential “new kid”. Coming from a very...

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Awake (A Giveaway)

Awake (A Giveaway)

She worked for our family for two years but she was more than a maid, we took an interest in her life, and she felt truly welcome in ours. She invited us over to share a meal and somehow, we found our way to her home out in the middle of nowhere in the middle of Turkey, where we were living. A gaggle of chickens strutted around,  scratching at the dusty ground. I don’t remember there being grass–at least not like the lawns we have...

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Thoughts on Art and Healing and What It Means To Know Your Purpose

Thoughts on Art and Healing and What It Means To Know Your Purpose

I know I’ve been posting often in other spaces, and I am so grateful for the opportunities to share with different folks around the web. Today, I managed to land in two places at once. I have a guest post up on Story Warren and also my regular monthly post for the Living The Story Column on Bible Dude. How Knowing Your Purpose Changes Things  Laying on my bed listening to melancholy warbling of the Cranberries, I struggled with questions...

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Small

Small

On friday’s, we write for  five short minutes without editing and gussying the page. We spill what rises to the surface and share it, bravely with others, and we encourage. We give virtual high fives and hugs and pats on the back, sometimes, we gather in prayer too, for the broken stories, the wounded stories that sneak out when we weren’t expecting. This is Five Minute Friday, this is how we roll. Small I thought I wanted mountain...

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