The Noblewoman in Mourning

This post is based on an essay reflection I did for Art History I. The assignment was to sit for 20 minutes with a painting at the museum and write a theological reflection about the experience. Because of the word count limit, I wanted a chance to expand upon what I’d written.   When I…

The Night-Watches

This one’s for the night-watchers. The ones who can’t sleep because their bodies refuse to calm down. The ones who can’t sleep because their life refuses to calm down. The ones who can’t sleep because someone else can’t calm down. The ones who won’t because they feel the responsibility and weight of the above reasons….

Even After Thursday ♡ spare words

Valentine’s Day is the day of unmet…be it: expectations, prince charmings (or damsels distressed), true loves, or right understanding of love. It is the day they may not (or they may). It is the day where thought counts. Because most of the time, The hallmark cards are hailing us To overthink it. To what avail?…

Imago Dei (or Why I Can’t Be a Creator Anymore)

I am not a Creator. I am a creative. Lowercase and adjectival, not a proper noun. Still full of unique intentions, but not just my intentions. My qualities do not make up me, but they are the little hints of my Father in Heaven. I am a description of God, but I am not God….

After the Fall

Whenever I hear someone talking about submission, it’s usually a married Christian woman on a blog or something, describing how difficult it is for us women to practice following our husband’s lead (which it definitely is). Don’t worry about me describing submission in marriage as a single person, if you are worried about me of…

Last Suppers

“Your ‘Last Supper’.” That’s how my pastor put it when I offhandedly mentioned I’d been meeting a lot of people for meals and coffee the past week. My stomach was ready to bust that Wednesday evening from all the love, and I joked about it to him. He just nodded understandingly and coined those words:…

Ellie and Other Creatures of Habit

I related to a small black poodle last week. God decided to use her to give me a little picture of how to function and find good rhythms in the middle of hurt. Ellie is my neighbor’s dog, and while my neighbor, Miss Nancy, was teaching the past few weeks at a nearby college, she…