Coming Undone

A couple of Christmases ago, one of my daughters gave me a fun gift—a small, gray corrugated board-in-a-frame with a set of white letters and numbers that can be snapped into place to make words or short phrases. I quickly sorted through the alphabet and experimented with several different messages to mount on that little […]

Still Learning Patience—A Letter to My Dad

Dear Dad, A few months ago, I pulled out the bible you gave me when I graduated high school. It was a hard cover, mottled brown NIV, the pages tearing away at the spine. It’s well-worn. It travelled with me from those first months of Bible college in the UK, through college and university days, […]

The Worst Best Day

I groggily blink a few times while my phone alarm softly chimes. I stretch my arms and legs as far as I can muster and then lie very still. I am waiting. Waiting for the voices that have shown up each morning without fail. They tell me to throw the covers over my head. To […]

A Theology of Abortion That Does Not Fit on a Protest Sign

If you have had an abortion, I honour your journey. If you believe that abortion should be illegal, I honour your journey. If you fall somewhere in between, I honour your journey. Abortion is a hard thing to talk about, but we’re grown ups now, and as Glennon Doyle reminded us, we can do hard things. […]

This Face is a Story

I’ve taken to staring at my face in the mirror each night. After I’ve gently washed it. After I’ve patted it dry and brushed my wet bangs off to one side I stare. At first, I did so halfway as if off handedly catching my reflection in a storefront. Unintentional. Removed. But then something would […]