Peace for those with Empty Arms (Unforced Rhythms Linkup)

Empty arms carry some of the heaviest weight. Maybe it’s Distance. Divorce. Depression. Deployment. Death. A relationship unreconciled. A wound unhealed. A longing unfulfilled. Maybe your hole is left from a dream that never came true. Or the one that ended before you were ready. Oh, my friend, I have…

For When I Tap my Toes & Trust the Driver (Word of the Week)

In the days before SUVs and seat-belt laws, I spent my days in the back of a station wagon. Exploring the country’s interstates and landmarks in carefully planned summer vacations. Mile after mile. Four people in a Ford. Often you could find me ticking off the exits on an atlas.…

For When He Pushes Past my Resistance and Holds Me Close (Word of the Week)

I did not expect anger to be the first feeling to find its way past the numbness. As the pumice stone of grace and truth crossed against my calloused soul, I had some understanding that sensation would someday return. I even suspected it might be uncomfortable. Painful perhaps. Even so, I caught…

My Most Important Interview Ever (Word of the Week)

I have never really understood the phrase, “Know it like the back of your hand.” Because I have no idea what mine really look like. I know there is a mole near the center of one. The left, I think. I take a peek. Nope. It’s the right. Because the left…