My grandmother’s church in Alsted, Denmark I started 2025 with a goal of finding my theological home. Over the course of a few months I read books on theology: Covenantalism, Dispensationalism, Arminianism, Calvinism…. In my studies, I learned that none of these things are easily explained. They all are informed by years of history and … Continue reading Where I Make My Home
Faith
Another Ordinary, Holy Day
Under snow-frosted trees, with visible breath I ask it. Perhaps you’ve asked it too. Rinsing the dish I’ve rinsed a thousand times before, I wonder. Maybe you’ve wondered too. Do I matter? Am I seen? There was once a peasant girl bearing the most common of names, going about her ordinary day—who was seen. Noticed. … Continue reading Another Ordinary, Holy Day
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Climb the Hill
I jerked awake, heart pounding. Men’s voices came from the deep darkness outside my window. My husband gone that night, I mentally ran through my options. A call to the sheriff would be routed to a city 30 minutes away. I didn't own a weapon outside of a softball bat. Our house backed up to … Continue reading Climb the Hill
What We Haven’t Heard
I'm coming up on my third year of wearing hearing aids. Yes, I'm a bit young for this. Also yes, I should have done it many years ago. My father, bless him, not only left me his extraordinarily large feet, but also the family trait of hearing loss. (Thankfully, he left his balding head to … Continue reading What We Haven’t Heard
Written in the Clouds
There's something holy about sunsets. Long after it sets, the sun’s light lingers in the lavender clouds drifting slowly over me as I stand in my front yard, small against the majesty. Each evening brings the chance to pause; to consider the art and Artist speaking in silent extravagance. We visited Italy last year, and … Continue reading Written in the Clouds
When We Can’t Tell What’s Real
The time has finally come. With the rapid growth and development of artificial intelligence, we can now officially say that it's impossible to tell what’s real. Everything can now be faked in such a way that the savviest among us can no longer tell the difference between reality and AI. Even our most trusted news … Continue reading When We Can’t Tell What’s Real
Carry On
Kansas Carry on, the hard rock band sang from the school bus’s tinny AM station as it wound it's way up and down the mountain to my high school. I rested my head against the cool glass, grasping at those words of encouragement between electric guitar riffs. Tenth grade was a time of tension. My … Continue reading Carry On
What To Wear
I’ve visited a lot of different churches over the years. A few have required a head scarf. Some, something nicer than jeans. Most don’t care. Mine was the generation to break traditional church dress codes, following on the heels of the hippies before us. It felt daring. Rebellious, even. Like we were laying aside the … Continue reading What To Wear
A Time to Build
We built a house. We found a beautiful lot filled with maple and birch with a perfect rise in the center. For two years we visited the spot, soaking in its beauty and dreaming of the day we could build, and now we have a home here. I didn’t realize, when we first walked the … Continue reading A Time to Build
The Cool of the Day
The lowering sun’s light softens as it shifts through the trees, and I come outside to breathe in the cool of the day. The Lord walked with Adam in this slanted light, purples and blues shimmering on the edges of evening. I sense him here, too, keeping company in this golden hour. It is good, … Continue reading The Cool of the Day
A View of the Lake 