Hope Cycle

Hope Cycle

I tend to be an introvert. I need my own space and a lot of quiet. People can make me feel claustrophobic. My patience, grace, and kindness are finite. Limited. I allow circumstances and feelings to intrude and affect my responses—rarely for the good of myself or...
Lent-Repent: Psalm 32

Lent-Repent: Psalm 32

Even at fifty-nine, I still worry about getting in trouble. I don’t want anyone to be upset or angry with me. I want to avoid conflict. I don’t want to mess up at all. But of course, I can’t avoid trouble. I make plenty of mistakes; I hurt others. My sharp...
JUST WRITE: A Poem of Thanks

JUST WRITE: A Poem of Thanks

Jesus  offers His love freely, giving me grace and mercy. These undeserved gifts Usher me into the family of God. I am adopted, a child of the King,  Sanctified because the blood of Christ washed my crimson stain of sin, whiter than snow. I can kneel at the Throne of...

LOST

I am writing from the cockpit of a sailboat just as the sun rises in muted shades of rose and orange mingled with gray fog. Avalon harbor, on the coast of Catalina Island in Southern California, is lost in stillness–the only sounds water gently lapping the sides...

Courageous

For most of my life, I lived in fear. Fear of making a mistake. Fear of not being liked. Fear of making the wrong decision (mostly because if I did, no one would like me). Fear of failure. Fear I was not, nor ever would be, good enough. For anyone. When I messed...

(in)RL: We Need Your Story

(In)RL bloomed from (in)courage. A group of women stretched across miles who communicated through blogging and Facebook and Twitter. This community of women often seemed to write directly to me about real struggles: th ings like brokenness, messy families, days that...

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