Grace for the road

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What does it mean for us to really believe that God can pluck us from a sea of billions and give us freedom? It wrecks us. The round beams from the headlamps chased each other up the dim stairwells. We followed them. I ran my fingers along the dusty walls of the corridors. Not much traffic passes this way. Even in the dark, that much was clear. The beams kept running on ahead of us,… Read More

Sometimes we need to stop, take a good, long look over our shoulder and remember who He’s been … and how that shapes where we’re headed. The wind rushed around the sleeper train, kicking up dust on both sides of the tracks. I had a good view of the unnatural dust storm from where I lay on the third bunk, up in the nosebleed section. My feet dangled off the end of… Read More

(Traveling has been a good time to reflect on what God’s been teaching over the past couple of years. Here’s one such word.) I lay there in a tangle of sheets, emotions tangling around my heart. I could’ve never seen that coming. Why? Why that? Why something so painful? Why something so close to my heart? I shoved my swollen eyes back into the pillow. Out the boat’s bedroom window, the land… Read More

The sand crunched cold against the back of my hand as I lay there in the dark, arms crossed behind my head. My knuckles worked their way into the soft silt soundlessly, my weight making the slightest dent in the massive desert dunes. Slight. Tiny. Tiny like a grain of sand. I feel so small right now. In this huge ocean of desert, all I’d have to do is move and a… Read More