On my last trip home, my suitcase came back with a crack. It wasn’t completely broken, but it was enough for me to worry about whether it would make it through the next trip. Before I headed back, I put some heavy-duty glue into the crack. Then I did it again. And again. I wasn’t…
Tag: sensitivity
Not Mine to Carry
There are things in life that hurt us in ways we never expected. Sometimes it is something someone did. Sometimes it is something they failed to do. Sometimes it is a loss, a disappointment, an unanswered prayer, a relationship that changed, an opportunity that disappeared, or simply the painful realization that life did not turn…
The Prayers We Outgrow
This morning, I found myself thinking about some of the prayers I used to pray. Not the prayers I pray now. The old ones. The ones I prayed when I was younger and life looked very different. The ones that felt so important at the time that I couldn’t imagine being okay without the answers…
The Storm Doesn’t Test the Leaves, It Tests the Roots
When a storm passes through, our attention is often drawn to the leaves. The branches bending in the wind. The visible damage left behind. The things we can immediately see. But the storm is rarely testing the leaves. It is testing the roots. The leaves may tell us how strong the wind was. The roots…
The Slow Drift
There was a time when I thought broken relationships were mostly caused by the obvious heartbreaks.. The affairs. The lies. The abandonment. The harsh words that could never be taken back. But the longer I live, the more I realize that many relationships do not fall apart because of one catastrophic event. They unravel through…
My Father’s Kind of Love
There are memories that don’t fade with time… they soften, they settle, they become part of how you see the world. Monday will mark five years since my father passed. Five years… and yet, there are days he still feels close enough to reach. Not in grand moments, but in the quiet ones—how I notice…
Misplaced?
There are moments when something simple lands with unexpected weight. You are not bothering the right people. It sounds almost too easy—like something that could be brushed aside. But when it settles, it reveals something many of us quietly carry: the fear of being “too much,” too needy, too present, too honest. So we shrink….
Seasons of the Heart
There are mornings that arrive quietly. No urgency. No noise.Just a kind of stillness that lingers a little longer than usual. And in that stillness, certain thoughts feel clearer—not louder, just… easier to hear. This morning felt like that. And somewhere between being half-awake and not fully wanting to rise yet,a thought settled in gently:…
Willow Sands
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…
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….
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