By Naomi Pattison-Williams | Twitter: @NaomiWilliams87 I have a fair-weather relationship with the Psalmist. Oh, we have long sung in unison, My lips accustomed to the rhythm of Dwelling in the house of the Lord forever; Being led to green pastures; Lifting my eyes to the mountains; and Finding refuge under the wings of the Almighty. But they […]
When I’m Paralyzed by the News
by on June 24, 2018 6 Comments
I’m sure I’m not the only one paralyzed by the news. I wish I had the words. I wish I had any words that would help at all, that would help the kids at the border, that would speak sense to an administration that doesn’t seem to value sense, that won’t be talked to. I […]
An Ocean Loud Enough to Hold My Grief
by on May 29, 2018 10 Comments
I had saved my pennies for months. I said no to as many coffees as I could and finally boarded the plane to the Pacific Northwest. To Portland. To my baby sister. She was holding space for me to grieve. I needed space to heal. I needed to feel the oxygen from the trees release […]
My Prayers Today
by on May 2, 2018 21 Comments
I am not sure what I believe about prayer. I understand expressing gratitude and joy. I can appreciate setting an intention to align myself with God’s heart before making a decision. I understand asking for help in immediate circumstances, like sending patience to me around 5:30pm on weekdays as I try to make dinner, keep […]
A Living Thing
by on April 25, 2018 13 Comments
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 […]
