Lately, I've felt something big was coming in my life. Something... monumental.

New Wine

In the crushing, in the pressing You are making new wine  In the soil, I now surrender You are breaking new ground  So I yield to You and to Your careful hand When I trust You I don't need to understand  Make me Your vessel Make me an offering Make me whatever You want me to be  I came here with nothing But all You have given me Jesus, bring new wine out of me  'Cause where there is new wine There is new power There is new freedom And the kingdom is here  I lay down my old flames To carry Your new fire today  Songwriters: Brooke Fraser This has been my favorite song lately. There's been a lot more pain in this season than I expected. But I've been dealing with it differently than in the past. Instead of doing my very best to avoid the pain, usually by shoving all emotion down until I'm beyond feeling, I've been embracing it. Not wallowing in it, but sitting at the wall, resting in my Father's arms, and waiting for it to pass. A while back

Toe No More

When I was a kid, whenever I'd go swimming, I had a particular method. I would step down onto the first step, then walk all the way around the pool. Next, I would step down onto the second step, then back out and all the way around. Then, one more time down to the third step, back out and all the way around. Finally, I'd step onto the bottom of the pool, then slowly lower myself in and under. I don't like being cold. It makes me cranky. (My mother and I have this in common. Love you, mom!) In my little seven-year-old mind, this slow, around and around process kept me warmer for longer. Delayed the inevitable coldness you feel when you first get in the pool. Now, as an adult, I don't subscribe to this approach. I may not be the cannonball type just yet, but I definitely get in a lot faster. (If I don't, my brother throws me in...) I understand now that delaying the discomfort does not make it any easier. If anything, it makes it worse. Instead of two seconds of a


I've been thinking for a while now what to write on this new blog. It's been so long since I've written anything that I knew I needed to make a fresh start. A beautiful, clean slate. So I've cut ties with my past blog. I'm not sure I even know the author of that blog anymore. In some ways, I feel I've barely changed in the last decade. In others, I find it quite difficult to reconcile who I am now with the person I was then. Funny how that happens. Am I the only one who experiences this? I don't think I am, but it's hard to know for sure when I'm just up here in my head. Often, the things I assume everyone does and thinks are actually unique to me, and the ways I think I'm special or weird are quite common. Like the arm thing. Do you ever lay there with one arm straight in the air? I have one roommate who does on occasion, and another who thinks we're both weird. Yet, I saw a post about it on Instagram . I thought I was the only one fo