For a long time, much of my writing has lived in the quiet spaces of reflection and prayer. Books like The Quiet Life, Resting on the Wings of God, and Borrowed Prayers were written from those quiet places — the moments when we pause, listen, and notice the small things that shape our lives. But…
Category: finding self
When Words Come Back
There is something quietly mysterious about sending words into the world. When we write, most of the time we do it alone. Just us, our thoughts, and a blank page that slowly fills with things we’ve been carrying in our hearts. We don’t always know where those words will go. Or if anyone will read…
Million Versions of You
Not long ago, I heard a thought that stayed with me longer than I expected. Someone said that there are millions of versions of us walking around in other people’s minds. And when you sit with that idea for a moment, it feels strangely true. Every person who has crossed paths with us carries a…
The Quiet Life
Some people have large circles of friends. Their phones are always lighting up with messages. Weekends are filled with plans, dinners, gatherings, and laughter that spills over crowded tables. And then there are people like me. I know many people. I get along well with them. Conversations are pleasant, smiles are easy, and life moves…
Resting on the Wings of God
Some ideas do not begin as plans. They begin as moments. Quiet ones. The kind that almost pass unnoticed if we are not paying attention. One mid-morning, I was sitting at our dining table writing when I noticed a small bird perched on the stair rail outside. It was not doing anything remarkable. It simply…
Threnique
There are some kinds of grief that don’t announce themselves. They don’t cry loudly or demand attention. They don’t collapse you to the floor. They simply settle in—so softly that, over time, you forget they’re there at all. Threnique. Carrying grief so quietly that even you forget it’s there, until something small brings it back….
Three Seasons, Three Books
There are moments in life when you don’t realize you’re writing a book. You think you’re just surviving a season. Healing quietly. Learning something the long way. And then one day, you look back and realize — it became pages. Over the past few years, different seasons of my life slowly turned into three books….
365 Days
There’s something about that number that feels both ordinary and overwhelming. A year. A calendar. A full circle around the sun. And yet… when you really sit with it, it becomes something else entirely. 365 chances. 365 mornings to wake up and try again. 365 days to love someone well. To speak gently. To show…
Meraki
Some creations don’t just come from skill. They come from the places in us that have felt deeply. There’s a certain way you can tell when something was made with meraki. You don’t always see it right away. You feel it first. A quiet warmth. A sense that someone stayed with the work a little…
Carrying Rain In Your Chest
Sometimes it’s the simplest moments that catch you. You’re just going through your day. Doing normal things. Nothing particularly wrong, nothing particularly big. And yet… there’s this quiet feeling sitting somewhere inside you. Not loud. Not overwhelming. Just there. Like you’re carrying something you never really had the chance to put down. Some emotions don’t…
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