Dear Faux Fall, You are a tease; promising delight but delivering nothing but tastes of heaven that disappear by noon. You fool the golden rod. The sourwood blushes at your promises. But your 55 degree mornings don’t fool me. I know the birds are joyously singing, all of them awake and happier than they have … Continue reading Faux Fall
Faith
The Air I Breathe
There are some songs that transport us instantly back to a certain time and place. Music is a time machine of sorts. The first notes play and I remember exactly how I felt, sad or happy, heartbroken or elated. I feel the same emotions as if it was happening in the present. There is a … Continue reading The Air I Breathe
A God Who Weeps
I am grateful for a God who weeps. When grief slips into my life like fog floating low in the mountains, I know I am understood. Lately, melancholy is hanging around again. A silent companion. So silent I didn’t even know it was there. Could be because it’s been 2 years since Mom’s service. Maybe … Continue reading A God Who Weeps
Surrender
Surrender. In a time of unrest, it is the last thing either participant wants to do…cease to resist an enemy and submit to their authority. Wave the white flag. Give up. Lay down the right to be right. I have been hearing the word surrender in the quiet places lately. It has caused me to … Continue reading Surrender
Sad Saturday
I don’t know what the Saturday after Good Friday is supposed to be called, or if it even has a name. I call it Sad Saturday. I am sure that those closest to Jesus during this very confusing weekend were not only sad, but also stunned. This isn’t how they thought it would go. They … Continue reading Sad Saturday
What Kind of God…
I think it's time to bring this one back around. Written a few years back, it feels like it might be for this moment. What kind of God clothes himself in flesh? What creator forms and then inhabits his creation? What divine presence comes forth from the womb of a woman? What God gives himself … Continue reading What Kind of God…
Bill’s Alive Day
This year Bill’s Alive Day hits a bit differently. I am still in a grief-filled space. The trauma of the past couple of years is fresh. It seems to be pulling a scab off the old TBI trauma. All of the events are running together, dredged up in my mind and heart. We celebrate this … Continue reading Bill’s Alive Day
The Door to the Secret Place
I don’t know what to say. Still. You would think this writer’s block would have passed by now. But my words are still catching somewhere between my brain and my fingers. Usually my feelings flow freely onto the page. It is my way to process. Maybe it’s because there is so much to process lately … Continue reading The Door to the Secret Place
2026
For all who are weary. For all who are tired. For all who are holding your breath, waiting for another shoe to drop. I am with you. I am you. 2026. A new day. A clean slate. For the heart sick. For those exhausted by hardship and loss. A new year to try again. A … Continue reading 2026
Unglued
When I was a little girl we used to go to my Uncle Iman and Aunt Polly’s house on Christmas Eve. It was a whole family affair with lots of people I didn’t know. I only knew I got presents from all of them. I remember a bowl of nuts with a nutcracker, my uncle’s … Continue reading Unglued
Michelle's Mosaic 