Grace for the road


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

I stood there, the sea of grass rippling against my ankles, chest heaving like I was trying to suck in the entire chilled sky all at once. I’d sprinted. I’m not a sprinter. But sometimes that’s the only way to get to a place where you can yell. “Why is this so hard sometimes?” “Why don’t I feel You?” The questions flew out over the pasture without anything to bounce off of… Read More

The power popped, and the air was warm, and 14 of us piled into the thick dark of my parents’ windowless bedroom. We tried to keep the toddlers away from the one lit candle. We tried to keep our 16-year-old eastern European (and non-English speaking) guest from thinking the world was ending. We didn’t know that my dad and some of the other men, watching the roaring blackness out the window, had… Read More

“I’m so happy to meet your new husband,” she said to a friend before jabbing me jokingly with an elbow as I passed. “Now you just need to find Grace one.” She patted my arm. “I heard what you said about Lottie Moon earlier. But I still think we can find you one.” I’ll go ahead and tell you that singleness is not my favorite topic. Not that it’s a bad topic… Read More