A Living Thing

I’ve had a complicated relationship with prayer for a long time now. Most likely, it started around the time that I realized that ten years of praying for God to heal my mom’s cancer hadn’t come true. I know–that last sentence sounds more like a genie in a bottle, my prayers like desperate scratches at […]

A Wide Believing

“If I could ask anything of us, this ragged band of us looking for a way home, crossing the Jordan River, it would be to believe wider for each other.” —Hilary Yancey, Forgiving God: A Story of Faith, p. 57 I have heard that “thoughts and prayers” are not enough. This is a phrase often shouted by […]

I Am Undone

In my therapy session this week (yes, I talk to a therapist every week and have done so for 25 years), the word that emerged was: undone. Exactly right. The entire session had felt like a chaotic purge of some sort, one story after another came tumbling out, seemingly unconnected. And yet, as she so […]

We Are a Beautiful Roar

What an incredible time to be alive as a woman on this earth. Twenty years ago, I became part of a movement of women who prayed that abuse against women would be revealed. We asked that human trafficking, slavery, violence against women, sexual abuse—everything that was so evil and still so hidden, diminishing women in the […]

The Light Behind My Eyes

It is dark. An inky, cavernous dark. I squeeze my eyes shut tighter an attempt to escape, perhaps. To hedge my bets against the ravenous night. Surely it can’t touch me here behind my eyes. But then my head, it runs jagged. Thought to thought, fear to fear. A power that lives outside of me […]