An Open Space

Teach me God about your goodness. Show me an open space. Bring breath to my lungs and energy to my being. Show me that I can hope again. That I can see goodness. That my life is not a narrative of disappointment. Not a narrative of sickness. Help me to breathe easy. Just for a bit. I'm a weary traveler. I know how to find beauty in the damp dark forrest. I've seen the gifts in the darkness. But I'm looking for gifts in the light. Show me your light. Show me the fulfillment of my hearts desires. The ones that can be realized on this earth. Bring breath to my lungs. Uphold me. See me. Let me feel your presence. Let me feel free. 

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The solidarity of the cross + the gift of Joey.

Experiencing suffering allows us to love others better. I don’t have answers. I can’t say there is some reason for Joey’s suffering or his pain. I can’t say I’m okay with any of it. Because honestly, I’m not. I love Ethan and I would sit with him again and again through all those hard days if I could. The love I have for him allows me to see and love others as they face life’s hard. Not only does it allow me to see other’s pain, I feel called to get right in the middle of it with them. And that, my friends, IS a gift. It’s a humbling, hard and beautiful gift. 

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