Tell me something real

There was this home we visited in Haniville, the first one on the block only a five minute walk from where Walk in the Light ministries is located. I remember kids played outside, they ran around while others sat outside calmly. Children’s clothes hung from a small drying line that connected to the roof of…

For the Weary Hearts

I used to think that one could not turn away from a good thing.   Yet, I turn away from good things everyday. I choose worry over prayer. I choose social media in the mornings over reading the Word. I choose unkindness over forgiveness. I choose myself over others. I choose isolation over community. I…

Light Peaking In.

The Lord has been my keeper and my carrier, my peace, my hope-giver, my dream-giver, my sustainer, my friend, my safe bed to rest on. He has been my safe-place, my come-as-you-are, my sweet companion, my morning, my redeemer, my “you are human and I want you” my rest, my nourishment, my patient friend, my…

Bread In The Desert

I would get a matcha latte, because the color green in a drink makes me feel happy for some reason. I think God would drink a white mocha. The kind of drink you wouldn’t expect Him to get, but He does because He is a God with a sense of humor. I like to imagine…

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Toast on a Tuesday

Tuesdays are probably my favorite day of the week. I think Tuesdays are yellow. Even though sometimes they can feel grey, or blue, or purple. But Tuesdays I like to think look like hope, and opportunity.Though they can feel like routine too. They are not the most special day of the week. Most people have…

Hard is Good for the Soul

“Bad days are good for the soul” said Amber over FaceTime the other day. On Sunday I went on a jog and ended up at Target, I got a hot chocolate at their ¬†little Starbucks and sat down by the window. I sat there for a while, looking out at the people walking by, and…

When I am One of 5,000

Lately I’ve been thinking about anonymity. If I am being honest, I like that feeling. The feeling of going to a coffee shop and getting your warm drink and sitting behind your computer, or with a book, or a journal and feeling like no one knows you. Or the feeling of going to a grocery…

Like Parachuting

I cried in the beginning of the week. I think it was over not being able to find my keys one morning. I just felt like any little thing could make me feel vulnerable and unprotected. Because if I’m being honest transitions are hard, you know? Because it means leaving something (good or bad) ¬†for…