My friend Todd recently crafted a written piece pondering the intentionality with which the ancient Celtic tradition steps into the idea of prayer without ceasing.* He pulls together the questions around the why and how, and proposes that prayer is not added to life but is breathed into it. The thin places of nearness, of weighty warmth and clarity, are made of a heart that is no longer crowded. A soul in whom God finds room to be near. What crowds my heart lately? Distractio

If you've read my recent posts, or had a conversation with me, you'll possibly have noticed that I've been doing a little wrestling. A friend described it as trying to figure out how to do better at be ing. It feels a lot like trying to get my feet under me in a knee deep mud puddle while keeping my hands clean. And Jesus, out of His limitless kindness, has promised to be with me there, muddy and frustrated, if that's what I want. But, also, there's this invitation I hear f

A prayer in response to the complicating of waiting: Abba -- Though I desire for your name to be my highest prayer and deepest breath, it...

So many things happening in this season seem to reflect a certain wrestling. I'm sure it's like this every year, but this year I am...

Ease. What happens in your body when you hear that word? What images come to mind? I have a friend who grows beautiful flowers. She often...

I've been pondering the idea of withness. It's not in the dictionary, but I don't care. It 's more of a feeling, anyway, than wordy...

I find these words to be beautiful. Taken together, they draw for me a picture of loving well. I have them scrawled on a chalkboard in...

To be deeply satisfied is no small thing. Our eyes are drawn toward more to want, more to be, more to work toward. Even when our needs...

Belovedness. Belonging. Beholding. Prayer. The Father, the Son and the Spirit are in constant communion. They are They, and they are One....

"I look at Him, He looks at me, and we are happy." What a beautiful statement. It comes, anecdotally, from an unnamed 18th century man...

It's a cool place to be, New Year's Day. It's like standing before a bend in the trail. We know the steps, the route so far taken, and...

Does God have a deeper gift for us in the rhythm of authentic thanksgiving? How can a season of (maybe) one-off gratitude be transformed...

Ah, community. How does that word resonate with you? Communities come in all shapes and sizes. They demand various layers of performance...

What does it mean to live a "beloved life"? How important is it? What are the benefits? Consider that many of us move through the world...

A Beloved Life is just me following a nudge. A Spirit nudge that reminds me how much attention God is paying to me, that He would build...