Masquerade! Paper faces on paradeMasquerade! Hide your face so the world will never find youMasquerade! Every face a different shadeMasquerade! Look around, there's another mask behind you Take your turn, take a rideOn the merry-go-round in an inhuman raceEye of gold, eye of blueTrue is false, who is who? Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning redsMasquerade! Take... Continue Reading →
Sorry, gents, but they say to write what you know, and I know glitter runs through my veins. Check back next time. Until then, ladies, this one’s for you. I have spent months scraping the dregs of my brain (okay, okay: I may have scoured Pinterest) for the very best autumn weekend outing while the... Continue Reading →
Most people collect things. I gather inspiring quotes and spread them around my space to wave hello as old friends do when I’m bored. Or tired. Or sad. Or just 100% done. One such companion, originally included in a play by Edward Bulwer-Lytton, is “The pen is mightier than the sword.” As a particularly uncoordinated... Continue Reading →
Remember when you were little, how your dreams of what you would become when you grew up were so big? Astronauts, ballerinas, presidents: kids are encouraged to dream big about their futures, to pursue their goals with gusto. But somewhere between “I want to be a movie star!” and a 401k, we lose something of... Continue Reading →
She waited in the great hall, standing at the precipice between yesterday and tomorrow, savoring the glorious in-between. Joy-filled voices floated just past her from the feasting room beyond, anticipation buzzing bright. The young bride mused contentedly at the crown in her hands. The graceful circlet of gold had not always borne such a royal... Continue Reading →
Hello, October, with your delicious splashes of pumpkin spice and chilled cider, your bulky sweaters and tall boots and plaid wooly blankets. I’ve missed how your burnt leaves crunch underfoot. Bunches of new pencils are gathered as fresh autumn flowers, each being plucked and carried off to class. Flickering faces adorn twighlight porches, and the... Continue Reading →
(My sweet friend Cassie Celestain interviewed me for her blog, True Agape, a few years back. She split the content into two entries—Loving One Another through Communication and Applying the Gospel to Marriage.) How long you have been married, and how did you meet? Riley and I have been married for five and a half... Continue Reading →
Abandonment is defined as “being left completely and finally; forsaken utterly; deserted.” Stated in such cold, clinical terms, it can lack much feeling. But when those terms have skin on them, when they have gotten to know you down to the core of who you are, when they have drawn you into a place of... Continue Reading →
Okay, here goes. I’ve unsuccessfully started this post four times now. So I’m dispensing with the flashy opening and just going with the un-pretty truth: as a church planting wife, I feel invisible. I am under constant spiritual attack, I have no idea what I’m doing, and no one around me is married to a... Continue Reading →
Choosing ice cream flavors was the worst when I was little. I could never make up my mind between chocolate or mint, so after working myself into a tiny internal tizzy, I'd ask if I could have some of both. Over the years, I learned that if you're quiet and polite, you're very seldom asked... Continue Reading →
The Dwelling Place 