Tracing the Shape of the Dark

Tracing the Shape of the Dark

My sister had an old dead tree tattooed on her arm. She always meant to have dark clouds filled in behind it, but she didn’t get the chance. I asked her why a dead tree and not a living one; she said it was because she had seen the dark and the dead and gotten through...
What if there is a time for complaining?

What if there is a time for complaining?

Over the last couple of weeks, I have had several interesting conversations about complaining. One friend gave up complaining for Lent. (It is not going very well, in her opinion.)  Someone else was telling me about how hard they are finding things at the moment and...
Wading into silence when there are no words

Wading into silence when there are no words

I have been wading barefoot into silence for the last several weeks, not having adequate words for the weight of things. Just days after writing about carrying each other, our world crashed into silence with the delivery of our baby at just ten weeks. We held her tiny...
When what I really need is a little more space…

When what I really need is a little more space…

Photo Credit: Jon Hansen I carved out a bit more space this season as a response to a God who whispered for it.  For months, I have known that I needed it.  But I didn’t know what I needed it for.  I was actually a bit afraid that I might be missing something, that...