Setting Down the Heavy Things

There are things- heavy things- we carry for so long that we forget what we hold. And when they’re gone, well, it takes a little while to realize they’re really gone.

Our bodies, our muscles, our minds become accustomed to the weight— sure, we grow stronger as we endure, but there’s also this part that knots up to bear the stress. A knot that stays for a little while, even after you’ve put the thing down. Continue reading

Decisions, Decisions


The night we met, we mapped our pasts on napkins with a pen I found buried at the bottom of my purse. We told each other stories through lines and graphs—where we’d been, what we’d seen, who’d helped turn us into the almost-adults we were at 22.

The day I knew I’d marry him, we sat on a dock watching the sun creep down past the skyline. He told me where he wanted to go, what he hoped to do, who he wanted to be. Somewhere, on some subconscious level, I knew we could build something good together. Continue reading

When the World Feels Like Chaos

I’m guest posting today over at Abide. Here’s a teaser of the article I wrote based on some of the things I’ve been thinking and feeling over the past week:


We’re swimming in noise. Scratch that—we’re drowning in it.

The voices, the opinions, the breaking news, the he said/ she said. It all serves to hype and excite, to keep us clicking and scrolling. And even when we sign off, the world still seems to spin in chaos.

Chaos breeds fear. Fear drives out peace.

And then what?

Is peace so elusive, so flighty and frail?

I think no.

It was the shepherds, the ones with dirt-lined fingernails and threadbare clothes, who saw light blaze through the darkness in the middle of their night shift. The angel army came to proclaim the name of God in heaven and claim peace on earth.

That peace is titanium strong, and it hasn’t gone anywhere.

So, how do we find it and feel it?

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The Invisible Road


The other day, she touched my neck in the hollow right above the collarbone. She said this: “Mommy no have trach. Daddy no have trach. Sister no have trach. I have trach.”

“Yeah, baby,” I said. “The trach helps you breathe.”

“Why?” she said.

For now, because she’s two, I simply said, “Your vocal cords make it hard for you to breathe.”

Satisfied, she clambered off my lap, went to play blocks, and left me a little broken-hearted.

It’s hard to give her the pieces of her story. Especially when I don’t really know what happens next. I’d like to be able to wrap it up nicely, the way I end her bedtime books—a problem solved, a lesson learned, and a kiss goodnight. Continue reading



I was washing my hands in the sink outside the door to the Pediatric ICU. I looked up and caught my tired face in the mirror. At the same moment, another face, another mama, was doing the same: Inspecting her own exhaustion like she was looking at a picture of herself and wondering how she got here.

Under her breath, she muttered this one sentence prayer like she was reading it directly from my own heart.

Lord, have mercy.

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Asking Grace

psalm 46

I heard it the other morning.

That voice, you know the one. The one that creeps up from nowhere, the one that says, “Who are you kidding? You’re not it. You can’t do this.”

Some days, all the things I normally juggle easily seem heavy. Those days, all I seem to hear is “Do more, be more. It doesn’t matter if you have nothing else to give. Don’t fail.”

It’s the Old Lie that gets me. The one hissed in the garden, the one that tells me I should know it all, do it all. I try to carry the weight myself—no dropping, no stumbling, no weakness, no tears. Be perfect. Be God.

But, here’s the thing: I can only go so far in this way before I crack into a thousand pieces. I’m not perfect, and I’m not God. Continue reading