Some days, I feel brokenness seeping out of me like murky water from a sopping wet sponge. I can’t seem to contain it – the fall, the ache, the groan of all creation expressed through my bitter words, my devastating pride, my empty ambition. Yesterday, I sat with the swelling seed of envy rising through […]
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To: Mr. Mouse When we packed our bags not 6 weeks ago And moved away from everyone we know We knew our home would feel empty, barren Little did we know you would be so darin’ As to think that you, furry gray field mouse Should take up residency in our quirky old house I […]
In the days since we have started (but never finished) unpacking our bags and burdens into a new little house, on a new street, in this new town, I have made a new friend. I come from the busyness of a not-quite-corporate office, filled up to the brim with friends who started as coworkers, but […]
I found this today, written more than a month ago on the night we moved out of our Nashville home. It hurts more now than it did then. Trent Dabbs sings a song about our little Nashville neighborhood, Sylvan Park that’s perfect for me today. The refrain is something along the lines of “I still […]
We’ve traveled the same 300 miles between central-east Missouri and northwest Arkansas twice in as many days. It’s been a grand tour of this state we’re fumbling awkwardly to call home – I’ve dug my old GPS out of the dark trenches of the blue explorer, and powered up the friendly British man I lovingly […]
I’m learning to love the line in that old John Mayer song about ‘quarter-life crisis.’ I used to laugh at it, chalking the musing up to the entitlement of a generation gone wild on our parents’ belief that we could do anything and everything if only we studied hard and worked harder. The problem with […]
So I was going to write a super sappy post about how we locked the door for the last time on our first home together this weekend, and the marathons of memories we have in our tiny condo, and just how sad and happy we are at the same time. But moving back in with […]
A few months ago, as Price and I sat in our little living room surrounded by sweet memories and the vague threat of complacency, we made a bold prayer. We asked the Lord to make His will “abundantly clear” for us in this next stage of life. And so now we are signing leases, as […]
This essay also appears on the Relevant Magazine blog. Price and I are members of a sweet little church that we’ve called home now for almost 5 years. Being a mid-twenties, lifelong Christian is a funny thing. We’ve waded through the weak theology and emotional highs of youth groups. We’ve forged and fought our way […]
Our life is more than a little stressful right now. All things good, all things new, all things vivid and painful in such sweet ways. I feel like I’m loosed of burdens I’ve been carrying for far too long and fears that have wrecked too many moments. I tend to live in the past or […]
only a thin veil 