From where I stand, everything is massive, towering and overwhelming - ocean waves heaving and crashing, redwood trees reaching like hands towards clouds that rise tall and pompous I can’t see it all Without turning around and around in dizzying Awe. My smallness grows at the sight of such grandeur And a strange delight wells … Continue reading What You See: A Christmas Poem
Help Us Remember
The soil, caked on my gloved hand, is heavy and wet as I pull out what remains of my flower garden. Roots like thread wrap around the balls of black dirt in my hands. An early snowfall in October and the following rain delayed what I should have done months ago. I close the wooden … Continue reading Help Us Remember
Longing for Home
The music swells, and the orchestra reduces to just the strings. A bittersweet harmony rises. One of my favorite films closes with both unresolved tension and vibrant hope for new life. My heart is doing somersaults as the violin and cello blend, swirls of color pass along the screen, and the narration of the main character … Continue reading Longing for Home
Writing to Remember
Papers dotted with yellow highlighter marks rustled on the coffee table. I leaned over my open notebook and read the same sentence five times, hoping the ball of productivity would start rolling. My eyes wandered to pairs of people in conversation. Words, words, words. Everyone else seemed to know what to say. "You haven't written … Continue reading Writing to Remember
Near to Jesus
Note: The content below closely follows the tone and narrative of my book, Sweet Dependence. Whether you have read the book or not, I pray you are encouraged by the post and reminded once again of the joy found in relying on Christ. Grace + peace. Christina “I can do it myself.” We've all heard a child … Continue reading Near to Jesus
The Little Things
It's the little things. You start to notice the little things. In light of my dad's slow decline, time is both running out and being redeemed. Life is both fading and being renewed. This loss, gradual and subtle, is undeniably painful, but in the midst of the crumble, time expands and hope rushes in, again … Continue reading The Little Things
Do It Again
"Your turn!" We were on round 5, 6, 7 - I had lost count, but he was insistent that we continue our hula hoop tournament. This was no spectator sport. Forced from my couch seat, I picked up the sparkled circle, fitted perfectly for a 5-year old's waist, and whipped it around my arm several … Continue reading Do It Again
