Browsing All posts tagged under »hope«

Burdens that aren’t Brief

July 4, 2012


A dear friend of mine is very sick. She sleeps 20 hours a day on her couch and has for 6 weeks because she has little energy to do anything else. Many of her other friends are deeply worried about her, and their worry is exacerbated by her choice to pursue a healing method unfamiliar […]

I Wasn’t There for the Weeds

June 29, 2012


It’s been a discouraging week. They aren’t always, in fact seldom are no matter what happens, but this one was. Today as I worked in the ash-filled air, heavy with a melancholy and a mourning that has left me thinking about all that is lost when the land burns, I thought about weeding onions. The […]

The Touch of the Master’s Hand

May 4, 2012


“Dr. Dale Hull experienced a major life change – not to mention a career change – in 1999. He was a highly successful OB/GYN physician at the time, but a freak trampoline accident suddenly rendered him quadriplegic. With his medical training, he knew at the moment he landed that his life would never be the […]

The Third Redemption

April 8, 2012


In the dark betrayal of night the hotheaded Galilean followed his friend. He would have died for him, with him, in a bloodfight, and even still his sword rested sheathed against his leg, ready. He had proved his loyalty, striking boldly at the guard, inviting the battle, and his master had only healed the wound. […]

Birthing Hope

April 5, 2012


I was invited to write a special article for Holy Week at – you can see it here. For my regular readers, I am also including it here. A wave of nausea washed over me as I felt the familiar tightening again, the groan rising silently in my soul: “here it comes.” Long minutes of pressure […]

Angry All The Time

April 2, 2012


When I was a little girl, I was afraid of my Grandma. It wasn’t just that she had a shrill voice and worked like a steam engine, it was that she was potentially volatile. She would shriek at my grandpa, but he just ignored her. She gave me quite a spanking once for smacking my […]

No Motherless Children

March 27, 2012


Sometimes I feel like a motherless child  … a long ways from home.” The mournful strains rocked my child body as I laid on the floor listening to the slow, nearly hopeless rhythm. I had a mother; she bought the record I was listening to, washed the clothes I was wearing, made the fudge I had […]

Such As I Have

March 19, 2012


I pull out from Wal-Mart, past the man with the cardboard sign, and once again I’m slapping my forehead that I’ve forgotten to print the cards. I’ve decided that in these situations I’m going to stop and talk to him, hear his story, share my encouragement, ask if I can take him to the Food […]