Poetry Friday: “God Speaks To Each Of Us As He Makes Us”

I have always loved the picture of God walking with Adam and Eve in the garden. They enjoyed such intimate conversation and fellowship. God spoke them into existence and never stopped talking. In this poem, Rainer Maria Rilke gives words to God as we walk together with him through this life. Grief provokes all kindsContinue reading “Poetry Friday: “God Speaks To Each Of Us As He Makes Us””

The Comfort Between the Words

I once visited a high end restaurant in Vancouver, British Columbia, where video screens were installed in individual bathroom stalls. Once you latched the door behind you, the screen booted up and began to play. It felt like the perfect motherhood cliche. Even in the bathroom I couldn’t get a sliver of silence. We NorthContinue reading “The Comfort Between the Words”

Have Mercy On Me, A Sinner

During the research and writing of What Your Body Knows About God, Rob got serious about prayer. In his research, he discovered that 12 minutes of focused prayer actually helped to rewire the brain; and he worked hard to carve out time to pray, often in less than hospitable locations. At work, Rob found aContinue reading “Have Mercy On Me, A Sinner”

Christ My Ark: Forty Days of Quarantine

Today is a landmark date in our house — our fortieth day in quarantine. I admit, I’ve been keeping track on the wall calendar in my kitchen. I’m a counter by nature, and marking off the days on the calendar has been a way for me to acknowledge these isolated days and make my peaceContinue reading “Christ My Ark: Forty Days of Quarantine”

Only One Tomb Empty

In a calendar of firsts, Easter without Rob surprised me as the hardest “first” to mark. Quarantined Lent was unsettlingly calm, and Easter’s pain snuck up on me and knocked me flat. I wasn’t prepared for how hard this Easter would be. This past Sunday, it wasn’t the holiday traditions I missed, though we usedContinue reading “Only One Tomb Empty”

Easter Mourn: Holy Saturday

On this Holy Saturday, we pause to grieve the crucified, dead and buried Jesus. “Mourning [is] indispensable for the journey to Easter joy.” As we wait for the grave to open, we remember those we have loved and lost who, with us, await Jesus’ return in resurrection power. Today, I’m over at Christianity Today reflecting onContinue reading “Easter Mourn: Holy Saturday”

Poetry Friday: “Good Friday”

I have nervously approached this Good Friday. I carry a different sort of grief this year as I watch Jesus go to the cross on my behalf. Death feels painfully close. Because of Jesus’ death, Rob lives in Him; this is cause for rejoicing. Yet today, I remember that this hope I possess came atContinue reading “Poetry Friday: “Good Friday””

“A channel in my self-bound soul”

Today, on Maundy Thursday, the church remembers the last supper Jesus shared with his disciples before his death, the meal at which he washed his friends’ feet. Maundy Thursday is one of the final stops on our journey through Holy Week. There’s a feeling of inevitability that hangs over this day. Everybody knows this momentContinue reading ““A channel in my self-bound soul””

Poetry Friday: “Palm Sunday”

In two days, we will remember Jesus’ entrance into Jerusalem as we begin our journey through Holy Week. I love how this poem locates that story within my heart. So often, I am willing to follow Jesus when it is easy or thrilling. Like the crowds who shouted, “Hosanna to the Son of David,” IContinue reading “Poetry Friday: “Palm Sunday””