The Myrrh Bearer, the Message Bearer, and Me


The memory seared into me from the warm patch of sun on the linoleum is what I call a “hope marker.” If I were a painter, I would paint floors on canvas. If I were into building ebenezers, I would be one who hammered nails into floors. Maybe this why I love the dirt, too, the place to break ground and plant seeds. It’s the low place. It’s how I know what it means to be poor in spirit.

…Continue reading over at (In)Courage!

 There are some revealing and beautiful stories being shared over there, and I invite you to join us.


If you’re new around here, let me encourage you with my story, especially those of you who have been on a broken journey like I have:

Wild in the Hollow: On Chasing Desire and Finding the Broken Way Home

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About me


When We All Speak a Foreign Language
January 20, 2017
What do you taste?
November 08, 2016
Learning to Bend: A Wild in the Hollow Guest Post from Diana Trautwein
September 14, 2015
The Barbarian’s Heart
February 11, 2015
Be the child, then revolution.
June 02, 2014
It is My Passion That You Know This
January 08, 2014
The Woo
September 25, 2013
Nameless Woman: An Abstraction on the Spirit
March 27, 2013
When I Think I Could Do Better
March 25, 2013

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