The year of the Nashville flood was the hardest year of my adult life. The news reported of the unrelenting brown waters rising higher and higher through the streets of the city that I loved, the city that had been an extended home for most of my 20’s. I was transfixed by the devastation on a small tv screen, watching helpless from two states away, alone in a row house in Treme. All of my friends were there and some of my family. I was not there. My heart was there, but it was also here, slowly shattering into tiny fragments as a marriage I once belonged to and believed in fell apart.
[Read more over at The Mudroom Blog]
This illustration by Michelle Rial made me smile because, as I’ve hinted at recently, I deal with this fear a lot.
I’m staring down my email inbox on a Monday morning, organizing my class workload for the week, and wondering if it’s too early to make myself a second espresso (it’s 9:30am, I think not.) This isn’t what I thought my mid-thirties would look like. Being back in freaking college? All the lol’s.
Continue reading “Too Late?”
If you’ve been a Christian for more than five minutes, I would wager that (at least once) you’ve felt a certain back-of-the-brain creeping fear come over you. Quietly, unassumingly, a question emerges to the center stage of your heart: Am I doing what God wants me to do?
Continue reading “when questions turn to doubt”
PSA: Getting older doesn’t have to be scary. I’m approaching my 36th birthday in two days (on a Friday! Isn’t that the best?) and feeling pretty dang good about it. Unlike last year, there’s a distinct lack of low level internal turmoil.
Continue reading “getting older doesn’t have to be scary”