This morning, a friend mentioned to me that she eats ice cream sandwiches in the shower to cheer herself up. It made me thing of Sisyphus. It also made me think of the ways that I find myself doing the same thing over and over again, treading the same paths and patterns…the pursuits that seem [...]
My grace is sufficient
I walk a weird line. It’s a line between secret pride and acute feelings of inadequacy. A line between reveling in the accolades of others and succumbing to the voices inside of me that hiss about my unworthiness, my unlovability, and my hopeless pursuit of wholeness. It’s a line that feels like the edge of [...]
be near…
The road to wholeness appears to have many starts and stops. And here I am, again, feeling broken. Not shattered, but not seamless either. Psalm 34:18 is what I need to hear tonight. Again and again. Whispered reminders that I am not alone…that God is here with me. Binding up my heart and healing me [...]
holding everything together
Today, I have been wondering about God’s will for me. His plan for today and tomorrow and the rest of my time on this earth. It isn’t a new curiosity or question, but every season of life brings new context and new angles to consider. I’m being reminded of how impatient I can be. For [...]
I is for Isaac (Counting My Blessings 9/26)
There was a moment when I knew my life had changed. When the old things were passing away and something new had begun. When the relative quiet of my world was filled with the cries and breaths of a new creation. When my son, Isaac, entered the world…entered my arms…entered my heart. Today, as I [...]
never alone
There is the plan you start out with. Then, there is the plan that comes about through living and monitoring and adjusting. In the middle of all of it, I am seeing with great clarity, there is a God who holds us and sustains us and reminds us that we are never alone. Today, I [...]
morning dawns
H is for Healing (Counting My Blessings 8/26)
There have been a few times in my life when I have had an illness that seemed to drag on and on and on. Not something serious or drastically life-altering, just run-of-the-mill sicknesses that usually go their course in a few days. But, for whatever reason, they hung on. And became draining. And exhausting. And [...]
enough
this in-between where i am reaching but not grasping not quite not yet where i am moving forward but not arriving knowing, but not seeing yet holding on to belief this in-between where was is becoming a more distant memory and is seems slightly more focused but still shrouded nebulous still this in-between [...]
anniversary.
August 1, 1992 David Cosand married Hope Harrison. For better. For worse… August 1, 2011 I woke up that morning unaware of what would come. Where life would swing. I had caught a glimpse of approaching clouds, but I never expected the storm. The hurricane. The end that was just beginning. August 1, [...]

