Chapter Six – All the World is a Stage, and I’m an understudy…

I wished I had just followed through with the call to Charles to pick me up and not allowed Robbie to drive me.  I hate awkward silence, and he was quiet and preoccupied the whole way back to the park.  There were a couple times that I imagined myself grabbing the steering wheel and jerking…

Chapter Five: Those Boys

The next week was a whirlwind.  I finally got the okay from both Celeste and Zella that we would throw Toby a welcome home party!  I would have liked a little more time to plan and get things just right, but I had some tricks up my sleeves that I hoped would make the night…

Chapter Four – I’m sure it’s nothing

            I had agreed to go to church with Zella and Celeste that Sunday, a week after Robbie got home.  I’d managed to keep my distance from them for those few days so I was feeling stronger, well, more stubborn, which was more like myself.  My mom had kept me busy with social club crap,…

Back to the Boat

Commitment often requires a release of comfort. Peter found himself in that boat (literally and figuratively). See, he had just walked 3 years with an amazing man who he believed to be the incarnated Christ, the Messiah his people had heard about and awaited for generations upon generations, saw miracles the likes of which he…

Father and Son

I have always loved the story of Abraham and Isaac. The story of willingness and sacrifice and reprieve and provision, captivate me. After all, isn’t that ultimately the journey of every faithwalker? But this week God challenged me to reread it, in His narration, with His thoughts, through His eyes and, most of all, in…

It’s Time

I have wrestled and resisted and walked away from finishing the third and final book of a trilogy that I started years ago. I have started, I've announced, and I've backed out. I apologize. I was trying to produce something before it was time, like a premature birth that had to be placed in a…

You've heard it, right? "The rain falls on the just and the unjust." We quote it quite often to imply that bad things happen to good people, but do we possibly have it backward? Rain could mean blessings, after all it takes rain to grow a crop and to provide a break from the drought.…

Okay.. It wasn't a fast. I straight up wanted out. Out of the drama. Out of the posts that were less than authentic. Out of the arguments. The back biting. The passive aggressive warfare meant to injure with wit and snark and the ever revealing emoticons. Off the breeding ground for competition. So, I got…