SheLoves: Ruins to redemption

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Today, I’m posting over at SheLoves magazine, a global community of women who love Jesus and are committed to walking in his Way. Brokenness is a theme that weaves itself through so many of our narratives, and it’s easy to stay stuck in our grieving over it. Recently, though, I’ve been thinking: what might it look like if we chose to see our brokenness as a conduit to abundance instead? Click the link above Read the rest

The one where I make a big announcement (because it’s never too late to begin)

350 words. This is what being brave means for me this morning. 

After years of running away from the inevitable, I have finally started writing my book! For years, I’ve thought a lot about writing a memoir, but I always stopped short of beginning it, citing a litany of reasons (time, money, energy, inspiration) why I can’t. But today, I’m turning “I can’t” into “I will.”

Because I’m full of stories, and they deserve to … Read the rest

Sometimes I think it hurts to remind you that it happened

My mother’s father was a short, stubborn Scotsman with eyes so icy-blue they’d make you think of glaciers, or perhaps maybe the moon. His name was James. To most, he was Jimmy. To me, he was Papa.

Whenever I reflect on my childhood–long, harrowing years of growing up in chaos, the daughter of two addicts–Papa is the only constant I can remember. He picked me up from school when my parents were late. … Read the rest

Inhabiting the heaviness

Once upon a time, I lived in Liberia. For almost five years, actually. It was one of the hardest seasons of my life, but I kept going back, kept choosing to say yes. I felt a burden: for the country, for its beautiful people, for the incredible kids I got to work with, many of whom became daughters and sons of my heart. And then one day, I left. In part because the burden became … Read the rest

Lost and found

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I first wrote this post back in 2013 and have updated it over the years. There are so many women whose stories I am drawn to in the scriptures, but one I continually find my way back to is that of Ruth. I hope as you read these words and explore her story, you will find hope, as I have. What has been lost will be found. I know some of us may not believe … Read the rest

Mental illness and the God with skin on

I remember the night I realized something was wrong.

The house was quiet, both my husband and my son sleeping deeply. It was about 4:30 am, and I was shaking in bed, crying hysterically into my pillow. I’d been tossing and turning for almost six hours and hadn’t been able to sleep because I couldn’t turn my brain off, even though I was thoroughly, way-down-in-my-bones exhausted. I woke my husband up, and he simply … Read the rest

Let’s talk about how we talk about Planned Parenthood

This is a difficult story for me to tell. Even as I’ve just begun writing it, my palms are clammy, my fingers shaking a bit as I type. Some stories are so delicate, so private that we clutch them tightly in balled-up fists, afraid to let go, afraid to open up. We’re afraid to let people see all the parts of ourselves because, quite honestly, keeping things hidden is easier.

I’m afraid of being misheard, … Read the rest

Shame, seatbelts, and shrinking women

The sun was just starting to rise as I walked down a narrow runway to board my first flight. My eyes were bleary from too little sleep and not enough caffeine, a combination of my seven-month-old having woken up at 2:30 in the morning and needing to leave for the airport by 4. In the weak morning light, I swung my green carry-on bag over my shoulder and made my way towards the plane headed … Read the rest

for such a time as this

Scrolling Facebook this morning, I came across the following quote as a friend’s status:

From Dave Pell (not-Christian): Religious Christians have hitched their wagon to an unrepentant heathen like Trump, proving that power dwarfs all other belief systems.
#tearswecannotstop #saveyourwitness

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Talk about a punch in the gut. As I later commented, “This quote is staying with me this morning. It’s heavy and hurtful, because I fear that right now, the Church as a whole … Read the rest

there are no strangers here

I come from a lineage of immigrants.

My father and his family left their home in Udine, a town in the northeastern corner of Italy, and made their way to Canada. My mother, born in Edinburgh, Scotland, settled in Canada as well, with her parents and younger sister, when she was only a few years old. I was a first-generation Canadian citizen, born to two naturalized parents.

I myself am an immigrant.

With a … Read the rest