A Sparrow at the Altar

This piece was written for the October issue of the Lee Creek Baptist Church newsletter, Grace & Peace. One clear morning in September, I sat near a lakeside reading Psalm 84 while a pair of birds darted in and out of my vision. They chased each other like children between trees and bushes before disappearing … Continue reading A Sparrow at the Altar

When a Friend Walks Away

Dear Maggie, Thank you for your last letter. I read it on my walk back from the mailbox and my heart broke with yours. I am so sorry to hear about your friend, Lydia. Itโ€™s a sad, strange thing when an individual who made the good confession of faith and walked with other believers in … Continue reading When a Friend Walks Away

A Song of Praise to Our God

This article was written for the August issue of the Lee Creek Baptist Church newsletter, Grace & Peace. Since my miscarriage last summer, Iโ€™ve found myself having conversations of a similar shape with fellow sisters in Christ who are grieving or suffering a bitter loss. There are plenty of difficult things in the days following, … Continue reading A Song of Praise to Our God

Freedom That Bears Fruit

This piece was written for the July issue of the Lee Creek Baptist Church newsletter, Grace & Peace. With each year that I spend in the garden, I am more willing to prune fat, full, leafy plants. Itโ€™s one thing to pinch off dead and yellowed leaves when the seedlings are young in spring. Itโ€™s … Continue reading Freedom That Bears Fruit

My Flesh Will Dwell in Hope

This piece was written for the April issue of the Lee Creek Baptist Church newsletter. Across from the church where I grew up, there was a cemetery on the corner. I remember passing it one Easter Sunday on our way to service--on one of those sharp, spring mornings when the light is strong. The tombstones … Continue reading My Flesh Will Dwell in Hope

Bear Fruit With Patience

This piece was written for the February issue of our church newsletter, Grace & Peace. Each year, I get a little better at remembering to plant bulbs. I wait until the garden has fallen asleep and the late chrysanthemums have stopped blooming, those first few frosts biting at their heads and turning them gray. One … Continue reading Bear Fruit With Patience