FEARLESS: How to Write Your Own Origin Story

If you’re new to Post-Traumatic Grace, welcome. I hope you’ll find this place to be a source of empathy, encouragement, emotional rest, and recovery.   If you’re not new here, but haven’t heard from me for a while, don’t worry. It’s not you, it’s me. Ever since I...

Burning Bushes

Welcome back, Overcomers. This week I was honored to provide a guest post for the wonderful Dawn R. Ward from The Faith To Flourish. Have you ever wondered if God is trying to get your attention — and you’re missing his signals? If God called you to...

A New Advent

It is the first week of December 2005, and I am shopping at the Commissary grocery store on the local military base. It’s only a few miles from the mobile home park, where we live in a double-wide. We purchased it just over a your ago, taking out a loan that my...

I Hang Legacy

I hang legacy on my walls, and box up all the past. A path once walked is turned around, A tree once fallen is no home for birds. But chunks of wood and crushed up leaves create warmth with a creative spark, whether a soothing crackle with marshmallows and sticks, or...
In Defense of Stuff

In Defense of Stuff

If you’re reading this it means that you’re either a new person here who stumbled on my internet safe space, or you’re one of my core readers, with me from the start (thanks!). For the last few months I’ve been toiling over what I consider my main work; that is my...

INVESTMENTS: Children as World-Changers

I belong to that weird sub-generation that doesn’t really have a good name. I was born in 1981, so I’m not GenX, but I graduated from high school in 1999, so I’m not a millennial either. My kids are GenZ, although my 18-year-old son has just informed me that his...
Mudslide

Mudslide

How is it, Lord, that tears so wet,  So clear upon my face,  Can burn my skin and sting my cheeks,  Can chafe and scar and bind my heart,  Can start an avalanche of long-forgotten mud,  Once dried and caked but now flowing down,  Down the...
Just do the thing. Right now.

Just do the thing. Right now.

Maybe I’m fooling myself, but I don’t think I was a procrastinator in my younger years. If anything, I was always in a hurry to get to the next thing. When I was a kid I admired the teenaged girls who worked for my parents’ business, and I always wanted to follow them...
This is it.

This is it.

When I met my husband in the late summer of 1999 I knew him to be a high school music teacher who had, only days before, relocated back to his hometown. When I agreed to meet him at a local family restaurant for what would be our first date, however, I arrived to find...