Hey friends, it’s good to be with you again.
Nearly five months have passed since my last post in October… too long, yet it seems like just yesterday. No, nothing drastic happened. Just life. And sometimes, life happens in a way that makes it hard to keep up with everything I want to do.
Continue reading “in which the journey continues (after a long silence)”
It’s hard to believe October’s already here. And yet, in a way, it feels like it should be months beyond.
This past season has held enormous change for me.
Continue reading “thoughts on starting college”
This is my Father’s world:
Continue reading “my Father’s world: a poem”
at 6am, the dawn cool and clear,
skies dyed a pale yellow
melting into rosy peach – a heartbeat
just over the horizon, pulsing warmth
despite the crispness of the breeze.
A few years back, I discovered Lent during a Bible study our church participated in, using the booklet, Journey to the Cross. That time leading up to Easter was a time of tremendous growth for me, as my sister and I met every night that we could to read through the book of Mark and pray together. To My Father is the poem that came out of that forty-day experience, particularly inspired by the week of lament and confession. It’s a poem I hold especially dear as the prayer of my heart. My hope is that it would be an encouragement to you, wherever you are in your journey.
Continue reading “to my Father: a lent-inspired confession”
Spring is almost upon us – can you believe it? – that turning of the seasons from grey and bitter cold to a world bathed in greens and new growth, small bursts of golden sunlight along the way. As the crocuses pop their heads above ground, and the snowdrops peak at the ground like shy maidens (wary of the blossom-eating bunnies), I find that my mind, too, is crowded with new ideas, peeping out from recesses here and there, sometimes grand and sometimes little – all manner of surprises to be examined and sorted through. One such bashful thought hung around a bit, and grew, and changed, and grew some more, until it made up its mind that it wanted to be given a chance…
Continue reading “interlude: february ’22”