Here’s a poem I wrote about Achan. He was a man in the old testament (Joshua 7) that buried the treasure from Jericho instead of destroying it, ultimately leading to turmoil for the Jews…eventually they stoned him and his family. Pretty brutal! But, I wrote this poem from our standpoint today, that we have Christ now who loves us despite the sin in our lives, despite our own “treasure” we like Read more

You are too good for any of my thanks to ever be good enough,But, pen in hand I will offer up a journal entry of praise thatI know you will settle into.You are a listener and counselor,You invite me in to praise, And thank and argue and wrestle.Let us wrestle through this together,As you take Read more

Not that all of these posts aren’t personal and vulnerable in nature, but this one is so close to my heart it’s hard to share. It’s birthed from complete heartbreak for so many in my life. It’s for heartbroken mothers, the ones that I’ve personally known that had to let go of a hope they Read more

Have you ever held so tightly onto something, convinced it was life and good and yours, only to find out it was none of those things? It’s interesting that the word cleave can mean either to “cling” or to “split apart”. I’m finding that in my pride I cleave to what isn’t good for me, Read more

Sometimes I write when I’m angry, but anger can stem from many different things. When I’m battling a writer’s block it’s an antagonizing anger. There’s so much beneath the surface that needs to be said, but I can’t declutter my thoughts enough to release it into poetry. When I’m processing grief I write from a Read more