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Black Ink and Living Water
I recently had my tattoo finished. It’s a full sleeve, which makes it pretty conspicuous and often sparks inquiries from people, like, “what does it mean?” Despite the depth of meaning that I’ve put into the sprawling design I often stutter over a quick answer to that question. I never really feel as if I […]
Yucky Thoughts and Secret Weakness
My three-year-old emerged this morning, with a deep scowl and bedhead, and announced, “I’ve been thinking about yucky things and now those yucky things are in my body.” He has a particular flair for the dramatic, but as usual, his articulation made me think. It’s been a harsh few weeks in my head. My husband […]
The Dough is Rising (even if you can’t see it)
I love to bake bread. Cooking isn’t exactly my favorite hobby, but I’ll happily stand for hours in my kitchen letting sticky dough cover my hands, it’s one of the few places I find peace. Even more so if I can share the process with little hands squishing (and usually eating) dough with me. There’s […]
Gazing at Ourselves
On occasion (when rotations involve a rare generous schedule) my husband offers to hang out with our boys on his day off so I can spend a few hours reading at a local coffee shop. It’s a time I treasure, when I get to drink coffee and pour over my stack of books without interruption, […]
Gentle Conviction: Debate Like a Christian Should
The internet is an interesting and often frustrating place. It feeds our natural inclination for narcism, it is often illusory and deceptive, and it tends to feed a beast within us of hostility in disagreements where we write quickly, unkindly, and with an intent to win arguments and share our own opinions, rather than to discourse […]
Oceans Never Fill 