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In August of 2017, I stepped away from my role as a vocalist on the worship team at my church. I chose to stop singing publically because I needed rest, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I needed to step back into a space of full-time receiving. It had been two years since my last sabbatical, and… Continue reading { punctuate : sunday afternoon }

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You might think the hardest part of writing a story of any length is getting it out of your head and onto the page. But I’m here to suggest that the hardest part is everything that comes after the first draft is completed—the revision process. Don’t get me wrong: writing the first draft is hard! Some… Continue reading { punctuate : revisions }

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When I left for work yesterday, I was feeling the need for some soul soothing, so I decided to listen to another episode of the STORY Podcast, which never fails to provide positive nourishment for my mind, creativity, and spirit. Before they launched into the pre-recorded interview with writer, artist, and speaker Amber Rae, podcast… Continue reading { punctuate : dancing with fear }

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Last week marked my two-year theraversary—that is, the two-year anniversary of my first session with Wonder Therapist (she really is so wonderful!). Technically, the date was October 14, 2014, but I meet with her on Tuesdays, so this year the date was October 11. Life being what it is, my first appointment in October was canceled… Continue reading { punctuate : wonder therapist }

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September and October were never very significant months for me. They didn’t really contain much when it came to yearly calendar events. That changed two years ago from yesterday. (NOTE: While the date in 2014 was September 22, it was a Monday, and for some reason, this time it is the day of the week, not… Continue reading { punctuate : anniversaries }

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I had several things I was trying to choose between for today’s post. Please forgive me for not posting any of them. I just found out a little while ago that one of my precious aunts passed away last night unexpectedly.

Rather than try to  fight the effects of grief and then beat myself up for losing, I choose instead to simply ride them out and be grateful that God in His perfect knowledge saw fit to gift me a completely unscheduled weekend in which I can let grief be what it is without having the pressures and demands of life and work trying to hurry me through the process.

But please know this: I. Hate. Death. And I believe that is a God-ordained, God-originated hatred. Death is a reminder of all the ways creation is broken, a reminder that things are not as they should be, that we are not as we should be. Lent reminds me that centuries ago, Jesus came and served Death its eviction papers. Death’s days are numbered, and one day I will dance exuberantly on its grave, together with my grandmother, brother, and aunts, and celebrate unfettered the reality that we will never, NEVER experience the likes of it again, nor even suffer its memory!

Now, if anyone needs me, I may be found sitting on the couch with Pops, maybe crying but definitely stitching, and letting life be what it must be . . . for now.