I forgot my offering was enough.
I throw an SOS into the sea and discover my offering is enough.
thoughts in the middle of a storm
The prompt at Sharing Our Stories has been tugging at me. In an act of obedience, I am taking the time to write a response. Everyone you meet, everyone you… Read more thoughts in the middle of a storm →
storms
I’ve been thinking a lot about the storms of life, and about the way storms are unavoidable. As long as we are breathing, we are surrounded by storms. They… Read more storms →
keys
My mom said, “Ruth, I hope you write this story.” So, Mom, here it is… Monday at 8:30 AM was the most recent court hearing in a series of multiple… Read more keys →
in the middle of a cornfield
I live in the middle of a cornfield, and I feel small. I look out my window. There is a sky that swallows me whole. The trees raise boney arms… Read more in the middle of a cornfield →
“I’ll plan on doing the dishes,” he says.
I’ve written a post each week for the last month. They are stacked in my queue. I think they’ll stay there. I opened a long-forgotten draft last night of a… Read more “I’ll plan on doing the dishes,” he says. →
a walk
[Photos taken by the drone.] If you were to ask me to define this season of life, I would say it is one of overwhelming stress. With each passing week,… Read more a walk →
building snow people and things
“Building Snow People + Things”: I get overwhelmed with sorting out which stories are mine to tell and how to frame the kind-er truth. #sosmagic #adoption #fostercare
peace 2021
My words find me. They always have. I pray about the word that is intended for me and then I remain open until it finds me. I often have lists… Read more peace 2021 →