• Sing a little louder

    I was in church this morning and a song was heavy on my heart. It wasn’t a song sung on the stage, it was whispered in my ear by the Holy Spirit. More on that in a moment. It’s been a while since I’ve posted my thoughts on my blog, rather than my Facebook page. Some of that is due to simplicity, some of that is because my Epilepsy + EDS were overwhelming to manage. It’s always a delicate balance, how do you put that into words without sounding absolutely fragile in the process? Honestly, you don’t. And I am fragile… but I don’t need bubble wrap, I need strength.…

  • Storms

    I am an avid storm watcher and aficionado. Perhaps it’s a twisted hobby I gleaned while watching hurricane after hurricane beat against our Sulphur, Louisiana childhood home, or maybe it’s just one of my quirks… the point is, I feel connection with storms. I found myself thinking about this this morning as a loud thunderstorm passed over Tulsa. I remember the warm thunderstorms of my childhood, the smell of rain through an open window. I remember making mud pies in our front yard (ruining the already slim chance of grass growing up there.) I remember “swimming” in the flooded streets. I remember singing loudly as we played in rain from…