To journal means to sit with our thoughts, to get below the surface, to feel. These are becoming lost arts in our society, and yet they are precisely what we need if we are going to flourish and live together as human beings. Journaling touches on the core of who we are. It is a safe place to let it all out, to dream, to process, to be 100 things at once and yet still be you. Let's get started!
For some, coming home for Christmas is not easy or possible. For some, the joy of the season is lost in regret, loss, loneliness, isolation. This is a hard season for a lot of people. People are hurting, feel alone, away from loved ones, in mourning. This is not a time of gifts, togetherness, and unending happiness for all. For some it is a very broken Hallmark moment.
Let me hide under the covers, pull my shell over my head and not have to deal with all that is coming at me. I (essentially) have ten days to get everything done - to sort, purge, maintain, survive. To see people, do things, enjoy this state, keep my sanity. And today it feels like a losing battle.
"Just take one big step." His voice seemed to echo into the night. He'd already said it once before...or was it twice? I felt his hand on my back. Could he feel me shaking? I knew he wouldn't push me in. This was a decision I had to make. I looked behind at the other... Continue Reading →
Ten years ago, almost to the day, I said goodbye to the city I love. I had spent the summer in Rwanda, working alongside a church there to send their children to private school. As my time drew to a close I started to wonder where I would go next. I wanted to return to... Continue Reading →
In my prayers I am often a little girl in a flower field. I run my hand along the tops of the flowers that grow wild, up to my waist. I am looking a field with a lake and a beautiful mountain rising before me. I imagine that someday I will be a grown-up here. I will finally not be playing dress-up. But what if that is the entire opposite of what God wants?
Let’s be honest, depression sucks. It can steal the life from your day, make the best of intentions feel like an obligation and turn you into someone you don’t recognize. I don’t know how long I’ve struggled with depression. Now, thanks to (finally) finding some meds that work, and talking to a counselor, I feel... Continue Reading →