How Faith Changes the Way We Hold Control
Surrender is one of those words that has been used to do a lot of harm. I’d like to take it back. It has been said to women in dangerous…
Honest reflections on faith in the middle of real life which is full of detours, healing, and unexpected grace.
This space holds personal stories, Scripture-based encouragement, and the raw moments of wrestling and wondering in the walk with God. Whether you’re in a season of waiting, wilderness, grief, or growth, these posts are here to remind you that faith isn’t about perfection. It’s about trusting Him, even in the hard places.
Surrender is one of those words that has been used to do a lot of harm. I’d like to take it back. It has been said to women in dangerous…
I want to be careful in this one, because I’m about to disagree with some sermons. There’s a version of Christian womanhood floating around that treats exhaustion as evidence of…
Most of us can eventually get to a place of trusting God with circumstances. Hard, but we know the language for it. The job, the diagnosis, the kid, the money….
Everything a woods needs for next spring is already on the ground right now. The acorns are down. The maple seeds spun off in October. The leaf litter that’s going…
We have ceremonies for the beginnings and the endings. Weddings, funerals, graduations, retirement parties, baby showers. Somebody brings a cake. Nobody throws anything for the middle. And the middle is…
Drive the Western Kentucky Parkway in the middle of September and look at the hills. Some trees are still fully green. Some are at peak, the kind of orange that…
Trust the process. I’ve heard that sentence used to dismiss more real pain than almost any other four words in my line of work, and I’ve also watched it be…
A hardwood puts a serious amount of its life underground. Root systems that spread wider than the canopy, working down through clay and rock, most of it happening in the…
There’s a stretch of road out past my house where the trees meet overhead all summer. Green tunnel, all of it. Then, when fall comes, it’s a skeleton. You can…
Here is a piece of grade school science that changed how I see the fall coming. Leaves do not turn colors. Not really. The yellows and the oranges were in…
Here is a contradiction nobody names out loud, and once you see it you cannot unsee it. The natural world spends September downshifting. Days shorten, sap withdraws, animals slow down…
I put the garden up every September, and every year there is a strange minute in the middle of it. I stand there with the tomato cages in my arms,…
The first cool morning always catches me off guard. You step out for the paper or to start the car. You notice that the air has changed overnight, and you…
There is a week in western Kentucky, usually somewhere in the middle of September, when you can feel the whole county exhale. The air changes before the calendar does. The…
Refuge. Fortress. Strong tower. Hiding place. Shelter under His wings. A very present help in trouble. Line those words up and notice what they have in common. When the writers…
“I can’t open my Bible without my chest getting tight.” The woman who said that to me loved God. That was the part tearing her up. She was not an…
“I thought I was a bad Christian because I still flinch.” A woman said that in my office years into her healing, and she said it the way people confess…
Most forgiveness advice has a quiet assumption baked into it, and once you spot it, you can’t unsee it. It assumes you can leave. Block the number, move the membership,…
Somebody reading this has an empty chair at the table. The conversation you were owed, the one where they finally look you in the eye and name what they did,…
We’ve reached the last stretch of this series, and I want to open it with a picture from every Southern porch I’ve ever loved. The screen door. A screen door…