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Hey Mama

  Hey Mama, Bent over the kitchen counter, Distractedly eating leftovers. Yes you, With the ragged PJs The greasy hair and yesterday's eyeliner. Here’s something you should know: God sees you.   He sees you, Even when no one else does; He sees you, When you feel overlooked.   Hey mama, Dark circles under your eyes, Sleepwalking and suppressing yawns. Yes you, Up all last night Checking if she was still coughing, Or if he was ...

You Have Permission For This

There’s a distinct point of time when I snap. I don’t mean that I snap my fingers to a happy chorus. Nope. I mean I snap like a dry twig. You can almost hear the cartoon-like crraaack. My patience runs out. My face contorts. My tone hovers somewhere between irritable and infuriated. My words range from snarky to ...

Perfect Love Holds Us Through It All

“Sometimes God allows what He hates to accomplish what He loves.” Those compelling words were shared by a woman who plummeted to the depths of suffering. Yet she did not allow the waves of pain to drown her. Instead, she chose to let God lift her from the bottom of that sea of despair. Joni Eareckson Tada ...

Vacations and Worship: Can They Actually Go Together?

Is it just me or do you find it harder to connect with God while on holiday? As someone who thrives on schedules, I enjoy time in the Word during my regular routine. But you know what happens on vacations? Or, more to the point, what doesn’t happen on vacations? Routine. That’s what. Schedules and calendars melt ...

The Sound Of Stillness—A Silent Saturday Reflection

    The Sound Of Stillness   Saturday interjects a pause; Friday laments suffering Anguish and death, Sunday proclaims wonder Joy and life, Saturday stands still, but He still speaks— Even in the silence.     Saturday holds space for grief; It doesn’t hasten us to “move on.”’ It gives us permission To mourn, To doubt, To weep— Even as we wrestle.     Saturday reminds us of the truth; The God of the Sabbath Directs our hearts  To be ...

Start With One Small Step

As I look out the window of the living room of my 9th-floor apartment, my heart skips a beat. A little girl, about three or four years old, stands on the 6th floor of a building under construction next door to us. Her mom bends over the cement blocks a couple of feet away from ...
MEET SUSAN

I love words. But you probably figured that out by now, considering this website essentially collates my words on the web. Read More…