When Love Says Go

On February 3, 2017 the Back to Basics Collective put together a concert/fundraiser, When Love Says Go, to support my upcoming longterm missions to Asia. I'd been hashtagging #WhenLoveSaysGo over the past year as I traveled to different countries and cities for ministry and missions, as just a simple statement of--well, wherever God tells me to go,... Continue Reading →

On the Day Before I Turned 36

I have so much hair, and a lot that falls out. The bed I’m sleeping on has white sheets white pillow and white blanket and you can very visibly see the azure, lavender, silver, emerald, sienna strands of my hair collecting on the bed and falling to the floor, casually swept to the corners and... Continue Reading →

August 19, 1:32pm, Tucson AZ

but, what if you hadn’t walked into that space? only you could have left that imprint as you sat there, still and free enjoying your mug of coffee pressing pause, giving thanks long after you left the gray metal seat & the yellow cushion that clung to your back, the fan that sent its tendrils... Continue Reading →

The Good Cafe Window Seat

sitting at a window looking outside before the day runs into itself.   and it’s not particularly gorgeous or spectacular, there’s nothing fancy about this seat, or my hair, or my naked unmade-up face, my thin eyes— in fact, the barista looked at me sympathetically as I rubbed my eyes and said, “caffeine, you need... Continue Reading →

Favorite Poetry: One

I know National Poetry Month was last month, but... any day is always a good day to sink into the beauty of an exquisitely crafted arrangement of words. Here are some lines of poetry that I love, in no particular order.   from "When You Are Old" by William Butler Yeats But one man loved the pilgrim soul... Continue Reading →

Favorite Things

     standing atop a summit at daybreak it's still the night, but just barely brown paper packages tied up with hope and filled up with love at 4 in the morn pour-overs and pull-overs steam on black rimmed glasses nieces speaking miracles and metaphors but to them, they're just wondering indigo blue midnight canopy polka-dotted... Continue Reading →

but at the bottom of all these things, giving meaning to them, will be the inward habit of   beholding God.   a new set of eyes (so to speak) will develop within us enabling us to be   looking at God   while our outward eyes are seeing the scenes of this passing world.... Continue Reading →

Waiting

Words don't get caught in my throat Rather they hide somewhere less further up, Somewhere buried, shy and unrelenting, Waiting for a moment so pure, so free So they can fly out effortlessly

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