She drove down the country road, windows sliced, fall breeze slipping in. The slight crisp in the air told her it might be too late. But still, she drove. A sight to see, the field...
I stood in the kitchen, damp hair against my back, forming a soggy imprint in my pajama shirt. The skin around my eyes still tight and warm from an evening shower after tennis. I filled...
You’re not allowed to say “what.” A house rule of mine that started as a joke with my sister is now ingrained in me to where the word won’t roll off my tongue without sticking...
The day I spilled my cherry coke. It wasn’t the worst thing that had happened to me that day, but it’s a moment I’ll cherish with a tight embrace of hatred. It was dark. A...
I watch the eyes glaze as I go deeper into my story. I notice body language slouch as I continue to talk. I pour out the emotions of my day, but I know there’s a...
Everyone has to start somewhere. That’s what they say. Those are words I’ve heard sung like an old song to an old problem. Do you ever feel like you’re stuck at the starting line? Your...
The author of life. Thats always been my favorite description of God. Not the Hebrew words that might make me seem much deeper and smarter but the simplicity of a writer. It’s a way I...
I don’t understand why you can’t understand me. No, I’m not complicated or complex or full of deep mysteries. I’m normal. Just me. Or so I thought, until looks and glares and comments shoved...
She hated her pile of laundry. She described the colorful cloth pile so eloquently on her social media post about being behind on household chores. The laundry took the brunt of her verbal beating. She...
“Did you move that cereal box?” I ask. My sister curls her lip and flashes a side eye. “The one up there above the fridge? It wasn’t facing that way earlier.” Again, her face reads...
If you want to discover who you’re not, just attend a women’s church event. “Do you have kids?” No. “Are you married?” No. The “no’s” still ring in my ears from the list of times...
I walk along the foaming shore of the ocean. The salty water gently taps my feet like a child with a secret; a cold touch before it slides back down the sand joining the pattern...
“Earth-is-not-my-home,” I said, my voice choppy and robotic; my best alien imitation. Imitations aren’t really my thing, but this one escaped my mouth before I even recognized it. My friend wiped the tears from the...
She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future.- Proverbs 31:25 Can I be honest? This verse has always annoyed me. I mean, I pretended to like it like all...
The fridge seems to be my habitual place to pause in my house as an “um” or “like” fills in the spaces of a sentence. I go there when I’m starving and I visit it...
Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. –1 Thessalonians 5:18 The image was split into four squares, each boasting a picture meant to transport the mind to a...
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous – how well I know...
And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.– Romans 8:28 NLT They say there’s something to be...