The longer I write fiction, the more I realize that my version of "write what you know," looks like me working through my trauma by writing it. The first time I knowingly wrote my trauma into a story was when I wrote about a character being molested. It was supposed to be her story, part... Continue Reading →
I followed you out to this desolate placebut now I can’t hear you above this storm.I feel abandoned. Tears pour down my face.Their salty streams my only food and drink.Please, LORD, it’s you my soul is panting foryour flesh true food indeed and blood true drink.Through day and night your steadfast love is sureas the... Continue Reading →
i am a sheep who’s gone astraytoday and probably tomorrow.my best efforts are in vainagain and again i fail. but You are God the loving Fatherno other is above your name.Your Mercy Incarnate, Christ who cametamed death and broke sin's chain. tie my weary life to Yours.Your kingdom come and will be done.i'll serve You... Continue Reading →
It was nauseating to listen to the high whine of the fly’s wings while I attempted to eat my breakfast. The sickening extension of each thick silence that stretched between moments of terror.
I'm going through another one of those ugly, dark periods of my struggle with mental illness. Periods that seem more and more common. It's exhausting. I end so many days wondering why I keep trying. But this morning the LORD refreshed my spirit while reading Psalm 102. You can read the whole thing here, but... Continue Reading →
I feel the dreams lurking in the corners of my room after I wake. They drain my day. This strange amalgam of fiction and reality...
Israel spent 430 years in Egypt. Once a refuge, it had become a prison. Their struggle was relentless, their pain exponential. …and the people of Israel groaned because of their slavery and cried out for help. Their cry for rescue from slavery came up to God. And God heard their groaning, and God remembered his... Continue Reading →
Since I read with such relish, it's only fitting that those that don't suit my taste are spewed forth with vehemence. Below are my 10 least favorite reads from 2020. Prepare for my version of bookish vitriol. The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith Precious Ramotswe has set up the first ladies... Continue Reading →
The emotional fluxes of a long, difficult pregnancy laid me pretty low for most of 2020. I spent much of my time in bed, fighting off the demons of depression and debilitating nausea. God lifted my vacillating spirits through his word, sermons, and the teaching and testimony of other believers in books. I learned so... Continue Reading →
I love the way good fiction swallows you. I always get far too emotionally involved in the stories. Due to pregnancy and postpartum emotional ups and downs, fiction was difficult to pick up this year. I lost sleep over stories that I was too worried to pick up and finish. I eventually put aside most... Continue Reading →