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 →
Silencing the ‘Should’ Monster: The Beginning of Grace
“F.A.I.L. Remember the acronym? What I told you all those years ago?” J. asked me last night in response to me shouting “I’ve failed!” at him while throwing my covenant ring at his chest. * I was relaying the tale of the silent panic attack and flashback I had when I went to dessert with... Continue Reading →
The Danger of Romanticizing Suicide
"Suicide isn't logical," J. told me, matter-of-factly, in a recent session.I was sitting on the comfy couch in his office, sinking into its cushions, flabbergasted he would say something that outrageous. We were just talking about my mountain of pain, composed of past and present woes that still fester like sun-bathed wounds when poked. "What... Continue Reading →
Reflections on Knowing God
A little over a week ago, I met YHWH at the typewriter, as is our custom, and started thinking about my relationship with Him throughout the years. All of this just…flowed out of me: I am so grateful for His lovingkindness, grace, patience, and never-ending love!
Pouring Out when You have Nothing Left to Give: A How-To Guide
I had a conversation with my friend a few weeks ago in which I told her about a ministry idea I had: using Maya (my typewriter) to write letters to people in the church (or outside of church) who need encouragement and hope. I was excited but then the reality of unemployment and stress of... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 