I think I was born craving communication. It’s been my passion, my education, my living… ah… my living. We were shaped with this innate need to connect with another human deeply. Yet here we all are railing as a world at the balance between failing to speak and failing to listen. My eyes welled with tears as I read these two words from Louie Giglio yesterday, having expressed his heart...

Christmas Eve ushers in soft. Silent night. From my pillow, the night’s hush offers only the song of our gentle cascading creek after steady winter rain. I close my eyes. What do you see when you close your eyes this Christmas Eve? What do you see in the night before dawn rises new? Do you see Love? Do you see Love seeking you so passionately He was born only to...

I wonder how many words fall in a day?  Jotted on restaurant receipts, scraps torn from junk mail, random paper wrappers, and rumpled napkins in the console? Word jewels we string on heart chords that never meet paper… or ears… or souls. We let them slip. For so many reasons and non-reasons. Fallen away. What if we cupped them? Caught them? Gave them breath? Today I chose to catch the words in my fingers. Today they...

I was bustling about. Full scene. Busy morning. When a friend tapped pause. Took my hand. Sought my eyes and offered the unanticipated. “You are beautiful.” How long had it been? How long will it be? That stretch between? How long has it been since someone held your hand and your eyes and spoke your beauty with deep sincerity? Tears sprung unannounced. Yours? Do your eyes fill? Do witty words...

Several years ago as Easter neared, I sat penning heart words on a front porch swing in the town I’d known as a school girl. Who would I be in the week that was sacrifice, passion, betrayal, heartbreak, grace, redemption, love? Oh, Love! Before I began to write, I sought a farm where I could capture a picture of a spring lamb. We piled in the truck, rumbling toward a local farmer’s pasture....

The unlikeliest. Tears fell without warning. Unlovable. When the world sets us aside and apart, we can wear the badge of unlovable, unwanted, unchosen. Alone. But then God whispers. He stirs, and He moves the pieces and people of our world until we hear! Immanuel! With us. I stepped through familiar, comforting church doors thinking I had no part that night, searching to find a new place of belonging. I joked...