Hear My Cry: He Speaks

You are faithful and faithless. You cry and plead with Him, not knowing when your prayers will be answered. You set up an appointment with a counselor because you know you need help. You drag your feet in the morning and take your medicine at night. And then, when you...

Waiting in the Crossways, Part 2: The Light Ahead

In my last post, I wrote about waiting. I have been trying to figure out what work to pursue now that I have recovered from my depression. The LORD stuck a song in my head about waiting, a song that persisted, a song that wouldn’t go away. I was frustrated with...

Waiting in the Crossways: A Restless Soul

Inside my season of joy is a restlessness. I gave up my English classroom at the end of January because my bipolar had made me unwell. David and I took that step in faith, laying aside any career for me until such a time as God would heal me. He has done it, and it is...

Up From the Grave: Easter in the Ordinary

In my previous post, I reflected on my appreciation for Good Friday through 5 recent months of depression. Good Friday makes Easter glorious. Death’s sting is real, but it is not the end. Death ends with resurrection. Seek, and you will find it everywhere.  On...