Words heal. Words minister. Words kept tight within turn sour. I woke up this morning with words heavy in my gut as I heated leftover biscuits for my tribe and gathered a week’s worth of laundry. Winter-ness feels extra thick and dark, despite the sun’s shine turning everything into icy drips. Words inside pile up… Continue reading Words for a Monday
I usually spend more time editing than I do writing. I edit and then I edit the hell heck out of anything I post because I care about what people think too much. I do this in other areas of life. Editing life through controlling what the outside world sees. The editing process has value, yet… Continue reading Don’t Edit Your Story Too Much
Some stories are just hard to hear. They make us cringe and pull instinctively away from the hurt and pain they contain. Tales of human trafficking, abandoned orphans, the hunger and thirstiness of nations. Some stories told, mirror too precisely the brokenness of our world. So every day, with the click of the remote or computer… Continue reading Stories That Matter
A few “story-ish” things to share on this rainy spring day. Last fall when I began to think so much about the concept of “Story”, I discovered, not coincidentally, Donald Miller’s Storyline workbook and website. Working through the exercises in this book provided the encouragement I needed to start sharing and collecting stories where folks… Continue reading Rainy Day Miscellany
The funeral of my cousin felt like a story stopped mid-sentence, a film’s ending being interrupted by a power outage. The abruptness like a rip in the heart. His story as a Oklahoma country boy turned soldier still needed many more lines written, but for reasons we will never know is now complete. In the… Continue reading Justin
The Story Place 