Quieting the Noise of Everyday Life

The moon sat veiled behind clouds as we arrived at the RV park just before midnight. My husband pulled into our allotment, and with the aid of a headlamp, hooked up the RV to water and electric. The kids and I, woozy and tired from the dark, winding journey through the mountains of southern Utah, … [continue]

Scripture as an Antidote for Despair

I am a glutton. I have gorged myself on the news, on social media, on outrage and hatred and lies and righteous anger. Consuming all of these words as I scroll and click has cost me words of my own. I am full on a steady diet of rage, and it has stirred up both the holy and the unholy in me--neither … [continue]

On Giving Up Vague Prayers for a Well-Defined Faith

While the house sleeps, I curl up in the stuffed green chair to pray on quiet summer mornings. I find myself searching for words beyond the perfunctory request for God to "bless" my day, my children, my endeavors. "Bless" is shorthand for all of the needs around which I can't form words. I don't … [continue]

Practicing Peace in the Face of Fear

I am afraid of heights. Tight spaces. Physical pain. My husband's driving, and dying in a car accident (see husband's driving). I am afraid of the vice of Vegas. Snakes and scorpions. Running out of gas on a lonely highway, or losing my way while driving. More than anything, I am afraid of the wild … [continue]

Saying Goodbye to the Familiar to Make Way for the New

My husband sat in the driver's seat and popped his head out of the window, saying, "Say goodbye, this might be the last time you see your car!" I touched the side of the sliding door and said, "Goodbye, faithful friend." I tried to summon tears, but really, that's a bit dramatic, even for me, and he … [continue]