Thoughts on life, the Lord, and everything in between.

Tag: God

Waiting in the Cistern

She says to me that when she hears the word waiting, she thinks of me. Psalm 40, I’d shared it in class the other day – the images of David crying out from the cistern – waiting. The Hebrew word translated is that David had waited  and […]

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On a table in the corner we both sit. Words are sparse, and we both know that we aren’t the same as the last time we stood in front of each other. You’re quiet; I’m quiet. Deep breaths – we sit in the weariness together. […]

Entrust

She sends me the email on a fall day, when the yellow leaves are crunching beneath my boots. The stroller in front of me, I feel the vibration and I open her words. Entrust. The word stands out in the middle of her email, a […]

Dear Twenty-Seven-Year Old

Dear you,   You’ve been twenty-seven for two days now, and today it’s a snowstorm. The roads are thick with white slush and the sun has long since disappeared behind the grey clouds. It’s quiet except for the sound of the scraping of shovels outside […]

The Valley of Baca

He tells me in his little office that I should think about reading the Psalms. “There’s a lot in there,” he says slowly, “and it seems to me that David has a lot to say. He expresses his wishes, his hurts, his pain.” He pauses. […]

The Blanket

There’s a blanket on our white couch, blue and white, folded haphazardly on the side of the armrest. It’s quite imperfect. There are two strips of colour in the middle that are slightly smaller than the rest. There’s a missed stitch somewhere that you can […]

Hands Filled

I’ve been staring at this blank space for awhile. Words haven’t come easily lately. Today it’s raining, and it’s the middle of January. The snow has almost all but melted. I’m drinking chocolate flavoured coffee, breakfast dishes are still on the counter, and I’m still […]

Holding Broken Pieces

Holding Broken Pieces

I had been looking at it all wrong. Holding these broken pieces in my hand, I’d let them define the story. I’d let them become who I was. I’d let them label me unworthy, failure, incompetent. When all along they’d been broken pieces in need of a […]

The Soul Feels Its Worth

Tears threaten to fall and I lean forward, head in my palms, feeling the tear make its way down the side of my cheek. Say what you want, but that first tear? Always a dangerous sign that more are to follow. I can feel it […]

Blank Pages

It is always the blank page that is terrifying to me. The beginning. When there’s emptiness, needing to be filled, where does one start? How does one know what is to come, where the words will take you, what they will say? It starts with […]