All month I’ve been thinking about the ways our senses are meant to help us know God. And when our senses are off kilter, we’re missing out on connections with the Divine. God speaks—He is the Word, after all—so if I cannot hear Him, my spiritual ears must be a…
At the start of this series, I did some searches for zombie information and immediately regretted the images that flooded my screen. Zombies are gross. Rotting flesh, gaping wounds, missing limbs, guts and gore spilling out—I don’t want to see that. What’s meant to be in the body is supposed…
We’re in the final days of the Write 31 Days challenge. While at first I was concerned I wouldn’t have enough to fill 31 entries, now I am scrambling to cover the topics I outlined. With four days remaining, it’s time to talk about the fifth and final of our…
Have you ever noticed that every home has a distinct odor? I notice our home’s scent after I’ve been away for a week or more—I open the door and the familiar scent of home greets me. It’s odd that I don’t notice it in my usual comings and goings. It’s…
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. The sun is peeking over the horizon, brightening the guestroom just enough for me to take in the familiar furniture at my grandparents’ house Stark Street in Beaver Dam, Wisconsin. In this memory, I don’t know how old I am, because I’m lots of ages… this jarring…
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