The Stain is the Story

by | Oct 8, 2018 | General

Worn wood edges resist my diligent scrubbing. I scrape with fingernails and put my elbow grease to good use against my foes—flecks of fuchsia nail polish, a rainbow of paint splatters, glitter now a permanent part of the wood grain, and an array of marker stripes. My...

God, Use My Soiled Hands

by | Apr 9, 2018 | Relationships

It was a night like many others, maybe busier, when I heard the sweetest sound from my daughter’s room. “Mom, will you pray with me?” Don’t worry, this isn’t where I tell you this was the culmination of our perfectly orchestrated Bible times together or my own...

Finding God in the Refrigerator

by | Feb 19, 2018 | Faith

I found God in my fridge one day. He wasn’t where I expected. A great big God in a kitchen appliance. Broken, crying, I called out to him. I wanted to know where he was, why I still hurt. Why I still waited for answers. Why I couldn’t feel him near. But there he was,...