I feel like everything I wrote in my last post was a lie. Or maybe God is just testing me. Or Satan’s harassing me—looking to see if I’ll really “praise Him in this storm” while the waves become tsunami-level dangerous. Or maybe this is just…life. Recovering Alone Recently, I learned that the facility where I... Continue Reading →
“I’ll Praise You in This Storm”: Finding God Through Pain and Recovery
I wanted to write sooner—to update you, to process—but fear (and writer’s block) held me back. Fear of vulnerability. Fear of being honest about what the recovery process has been like. But today, I’m pushing past the fear. Before the sun rose, Holy Spirit woke me up with a song: Casting Crowns’ Praise You in... Continue Reading →
Finding Glimpses of God in the Dark
I’ve been away for a bit, trying to get everything prepared as quickly as possible for knee surgery—the date has moved to this month (December 17)—in the midst of work (and its stressors), communications with the doctors and surgery scheduler (and their sweet kindness and grace), and finally, forcing myself to be quiet enough to... Continue Reading →
A Poetic Response to Acute and Chronic Suffering
Last weekend, I fell after getting out of the car. My kneecaps dislocated, locked, and then dislocated again. My body has had a mind of its own for a while now. As a writer with cerebral palsy, I’m used to it. Earlier in the week, I went to my orthopedic doctor who told me what... Continue Reading →
Hindsight is a Broken Mirror
Dear friend, Today, I felt poetic and broke out the Metaphor Dice by Taylor Mali and the typewriter (not the Underwood, Maya, a different one) and wrote the following: Hindsight is 20/20 for a good reason!
Musings of a Wanderer 