It’s here, friends. Milk & Honey. It’s a song for waiting times, for grieving times, for those who’ve lost the road or the words. This song at its core is about presence, about the power of just sitting with someone as they walk a season of loss, grief, or suffering. It’s about the One who stays with us during sleepless nights, sings over us, holding out hope and a lifeline in the quiet dark of night. Until the morning comes.
Read More“I think grace sometimes explodes into our lives like that….
Read MoreI fell in love with spring the winter before Jeff and I got married. Not in springtime proper, but in the last few weeks of winter before, in anticipation, when green life was just sneaking around the edges of things like a cat that hovers near an open doorway, making a dash inside the house at the last moment before the door slams shut….
Read More…What struck me more than that was the striking symbolism of the picture I was looking at. We’d known the family who had lived in that house. At least in passing anyway. We bought a puppy from them once. Looking back on it now, it's sad but in some ways I remember thinking at the time it wasn’t quite a surprise their house ended up in flames. I know that might sound a little harsh, but let me explain. I don’t mean it without compassion….
Read MoreHoly Saturday is a day of tension and waiting, with no answer or end in sight. It's a day of darkness and grief. Of silence. It's a day for the artists, doing their wordless, Spirit-led work on canvas or page or instrument. Growing up in an evangelical, midwestern, Baptist-esque church, we heartily celebrated Easter Sunday each year, and Palm Sunday I suppose too. But as a young girl I don't recall learning until years later that so many others around the world honor the sacred, darker days of Holy Week each year.
Read MoreRead MoreA little back story here on “Stories,” the song I released last week. And probably too some of the reasoning behind why I chose this one for release first.
