For the Wearied Heart

“Thou knowest, not alone as God, all knowing;As Man, our mortal weakness Thou hast proved:On earth with purest sympathies o’erflowing,O Savior, Thou hast wept, and Thou hast loved:And love and sorrow still to Thee may come,And find a hiding-place, a rest, a home.”H.LL. If it were possible to weary our Lord’s ear, I’d be hanging…

The Weirdness of it All

“Hi Panga de la Panga,” he said into his little cardboard phone with the numbers inked in with my messy writing, “I’ll call you back later. I’m in gospel meeting.” His little bare abs flexed as he reached over to situate his “phone” horizontally, propped up against a bunch of hymn books. He was quite…

I’m the Wife

It’s not very ladylike to put on boxing gloves. I guess that’s why I’m recurring to my faithful pen (or thumbs, in actuality) instead. We all imagined quarantine to be a time of relative peace. We’d just tuck in and quietly do our thing, waiting out the virus as best as possible. Far, not only…

The Corridors of History

Any inhaler of literature lives with thousands of stories floating conveniently around in their grey matter, much like sailboats on the open sea. Bobbing here and there, our neurons flash around from Europe to Asia, from 750 BC to 1665 AD, from kings to servants, to whatever happens to catch the glint of the sun. …

Hard Things

It was back in fourth grade, Mrs Houck’s class. As usual, I had some free time while the rest of the kids finished their work so I picked out one of my favorite books from the overflowing shelves. I sat there in relative silence, just the scratch of 25 pencils around me and lost myself…

Oleander Avenue

There are solitary, soul-feeding lanes, unmarked and unpaved we all must wander down. They are places of hidden beauty and comfort where one is safe to grieve, to forget awhile, to grow and learn. Oleander and Bismarck Palm That’s when I go for a walk down Oleander Avenue. A place where the Creator and I…

On the Road Again

We’re traveling home, heading back to Campeche for a week. Doctor appointments, a wedding. You know, all the things. We decided to do it in two days. Take our time, smell the roses. Geraniums: beauties I took for granted before moving to the tropics I’m not a crafty mom. I don’t particularly enjoy games. I’m…

Sweetness Takes Wings

I knew something was wrong. I mean, everything was wrong but this was even wronger. It was wrong our family was fragmented, the kids taken care of by someone else, David and I living between hotel and hospital, our baby separated from us all by a double set of sterile white doors. But the fact…

Home is

Not where the heart is. It’s not where I think I belong, nor where I want to be, nor where my deceptive heart tells me I should or could be. Home is where God’s heart is. Home is found in the center of God’s indefectible will. I don’t even know where my heart is anymore.…

Yet Not I

...I labor on in weakness and rejoicing, for in my need His power is displayedCity Alight, Yet not I but through Christ in me We were on our way to distribute and invite the other day when this song came up on David's shuffle. It encouraged me in the moment but I didn't realize that…