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The Aftermath, the Now, and my One Word for 2018

It’s 2018 (in case you missed the memo) and all across the nation people are making resolutions or their trendier counterpart, picking One Word for the year. (One Word to rule them all, One Word to find them, One Word to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them…oh, wait, excuse my geek out. At least I didn’t say “There can be only one.”) I’m not knocking the One Word movement. I like it better than resolutions and I’ve picked words for several years now even if I promptly forgot what they were. I’ve even blogged about some of them here, here, and here. My 2017 word was “Light” which was a perfect word for the year even if I didn’t always live up to it. But by the end of 2017 I didn’t feel like I had any words left in me. Survive? Manage? Cope? All I can do some days is put one foot in front of the other, paste a smile on my face and hope that the wilderness will be kind to me that day. I’m living in the aftermath of a lot of things. The aftermath of friendships that were, that aren…

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