Branches and Flags

Branches and Flags

On Sunday people waved palm branches. High up in the air, swaying back and forth. Crowded streets on a Sunday, a crowded life on All The Days, and some days I wave the branches and cry “Hosannah!” … and others I’m too busy, too worn down and worn out to even...
The Grace of the Grave

The Grace of the Grave

One day the grave could conceal Him no longer One day the stone rolled away from the door Then He arose, over death He had conquered Now He’s ascended, My Lord ever more Death could not hold Him, the grave could not keep Him From rising again Living, He loved me...
When You Can’t Feel Jesus

When You Can’t Feel Jesus

Sunday healed what Friday broke but Saturday finds us holding our breath, stuck in the middle. Heaven waits patient and ready and I wait for redemption, reconciliation, restoration. I see the body broken and the Body broken and I weep and wail at the foot of the cross...
A Love-Letter to Ann, the Birthday Girl

A Love-Letter to Ann, the Birthday Girl

source // here I want to be a story-teller, one who lives wide-eyed to the gifts that pour over all of us, each of us, every day. I want to sit in a coffee shop and look into the eyes of every single grace-covered person and hear their Story. And I want to tell it,...

Living In A Season of Saturday

I don’t want to pass right by Saturday. If you’re stuck in Saturday, allow me to simply sit with you for a while? Many of us have a hard time with Good Friday. How can the death of our Savior be good, we wonder? But it’s in His death that everything...