Tag: kingdom of God

  • to go [low]

    It happens at that moment when the dragon who has haunted my life for months gives one final gurgling gasp and collapses at my feet, and my triumphant shout of victory rings and echoes off the mountain ranges. I pull my sword out of his throat… And that’s when I see it. And I sigh […]

  • All things [NEW]

    Some days, I wonder where my Father has gotten to. I always eventually come to the realization that I’m the one who has chosen to sit wearily in my own stubborn mud-puddle and refuse to move. But often, He beats me to that realization and comes running towards me, and scoops me up in His arms, […]

  • What FAITH can do

    I miss working at a camp. I really do. It feels so strange to switch worlds, as if the facilitator part of me is still sitting in the  intern office, waiting for someone else to climb inside of it. I wrote this story about three unforgettable kids I met my first summer, and thought I’d […]

  • With Whom We Deal

    “The load, or weight, or burden of my neighbors glory should be laid daily on my back, a load so heavy that only humility can carry it, and the backs of the proud will be broken. It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the […]

  • I hope you {dance}

    Life is short. But I’m not afraid. When I die, I hope you dance. I hope you do a full-out jig. Stop giving me that awkward stare. I’m really not that crazy. I attended a funeral last fall. Unfortunately, I’ve been at quite a few in the last year. But this one was traumatizing, unlike anything I’ve experienced […]

  • My Lantern Ignited a Tree

    And then it was 2013. As the first few minutes of the fresh, new year ticked their celebratory circuits around the clock, my friends and I released a cloud of paper lanterns into the night air. They floated solemnly at first, and then with a gust of hasty impatience shot straight up until they were only fairy specks against the obsidian […]

  • When a roadblock becomes [a hug from heaven]

                I never liked Cinderella. And yet, on that mind-boggling day, I could almost say that I felt like her. Except that my coachman was a long-haired redneck with a Copenhagen ring. And my pumpkin-coach was a tow truck. And instead of leaving the ball too late, I nearly missed arriving at all. And (thank […]