The Unfolding
The quiet work that shapes a soul.
A home for my voice.
The porch light is on.
You're always welcome here.
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The Girl in the Second Pew
Trying to belong Every Sunday I went to church. If there was a service, a meeting, a choir rehearsal, or a youth activity, chances are I was there. My grandmother took us on Sunday mornings. My grandfather took us back on Sunday evenings. Between Sunday School, worship services, Girls’ Auxiliary,
The Lessons I Really Learned in Kindergarten
Some lessons were never written on the blackboard. My first day of kindergarten arrived on a warm September morning along the Texas Gulf Coast. My parents were divorced by then, but that morning my father came to walk me to school. I remember the comfort of his hand wrapped around
Daddy Where Are You?
Before the Labels Before we learn our names, before we speak our first words, before we accomplish anything at all, we enter the world carrying an undeniable truth. We are born worthy. We are born to belong. She knows nothing of success or failure, approval or rejection. She knows only
Why am I Writing this Now?
Somewhere along the way, I learned to protect myself. I don’t remember making that decision. I simply remember living it. Whenever disappointment came close, I withdrew. Whenever criticism appeared, I grew quiet. Whenever life hurt, I built another layer of armor around the softest places in my heart. Looking