Writings of Late

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Dear Friends, Though it’s been months since my last post, I have not taken a break from writing, only from writing on my blog. In the past few weeks, I’ve had three pieces published on other websites, and I wanted to let you know about them. First, an...

Evensong, Heading East

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I wrote a version of the following essay two years ago. Some of you read it when I published it here on my blog. But it always rankled. It wasn’t…what I wanted it to be, so this fall I revisited it, revised it (with some wise and helpful words from my dear...

Being Broken Bread

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Three years ago my second book, which I had written as an act of obedience, was published. Since God called me to write it and clearly carried me through the writing of it, I thought He would make it commercially successful. He didn’t. In terms of sales, it was an...

Dwell: Possibility {an invitation}

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  The sky was grey as I jaunted down the hill to my favorite little park…and I do mean little: two benches and some ground cover sloping 20 feet down to a chain link fence on the edge of a bluff. But while the park is small, its view is not. Between the...

Becoming Ourselves

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  I have been thinking long and hard about why I write, about why God has called me back to this space I was on the verge of abandoning, and I’ve come up with three likely reasons. I think it’s important for all of us to think about what we do and why...

Fighting Words

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It’s a war zone in here. The harpies are alive and well and they’re not going down without a fight. And neither am I. One day last week, I woke feeling anxious. Anxiety is not uncommon for me, but it’s been a long time since I woke feeling anxious....