Learning to Be Thankful for My Thorn

Learning to Be Thankful for My Thorn

Thorns hurt!  We have several rose bushes in our backyard and when I accidentally brush my hand or arm against one, OUCH! is the first word out of my mouth. Sometimes the wound is deep and the pain is so sharp that it brings tears to my eyes. Thorns are a lot like the...
The Gift of Pain

The Gift of Pain

Pain swallows hope whole, quashing anticipation, motivation, and strength as heartbeats tumble through our fingers   in a tempest of raging shame. Without hope, we wither, unmoored and disconnected from the Body, depleted. Yet in the beginning   was the...
Trust and Wonder of Lament

Trust and Wonder of Lament

Last March I spent my birthday with a group of women at a Retreat center in northern Ohio—a beautiful, former girls school turned nunnery turned sanctuary. There our hearts were primed to hear God’s voice. Each morning I led the women in lectio divina. We walked a...
Lost at Sea

Lost at Sea

DEPRESSION ISN’T ALWAYS EASY TO UNDERSTAND, BUT WE CAN OFFER COMPANIONSHIP TO THOSE ADRIFT ON ITS TURBULENT WATERS. Six years ago, my sister, Rachel, drifted out to sea—not a body of water, but the dark depths of depression. Looking back, I shouldn’t have been...

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