Give me the lowest place: not that I dare Ask for that lowest place, but Thou hast died That I might live and share Thy glory by Thy side. Give me the lowest place: or if for me That lowest place too high, make one more low Where I may sit and see My God [...]

I think I wrestle with it, grapple within myself against the whole world sometimes because it is how I was created. It is God’s image in me, perfect I AM who is Being itself tantalizing me with His fullness, His self-satisfaction. For as long as I can remember, the question “who am I?” has compelled [...]

Seven days ago, I simply disappeared from the Interwebs. The time had come. For too long, I’ve been living two separate identities online – writer and photographer. When I got a second Flickr account to keep the writer photos separate from the photographer photos, I knew something was coming. I couldn’t keep living in two [...]

Before reading this post, you may want to read Love Stories: The Purse – Part I and Love Stories: The Purse – Part II. For Emily. Why do I have to be something for them? Can’t they just love me where I am? Didn’t Jesus die for me when I was yet a sinner? The [...]

Pip and I have been having adventures lately. I grab my camera, she grabs her shoes and mine, and we head outside to get out of the house while the baby naps and I don’t have to hold him. I have determined that spending more time with her does not, in fact, lessen the amount [...]

People don’t give you gifts to obligate you to them; they give them to let you know how much they love you. They don’t expect the thank you – they just want to know you appreciate their love. Because giving makes them as vulnerable as receiving makes me. This was the conversation that started me [...]

Perhaps I shared a little too much in my last post, my prayer, my pouring out. Perhaps I didn’t, though. If you know prayer, you know that words are only the starting point, that spirit speaks in feelings, in memory, in hopes, in dreams, in soul-language that words cannot begin to express. I am afraid [...]