When Running Means Staying
I wanted closeness with God. I wanted my calling and my role as a mom. I wanted faith so strong I’d run with the horses, but I also wanted to feel strong and capable.
Shaping My Story with Story
The Bennets proved to me that a writer need not be of the Jack London ilk. One might inhabit a small world, but a keen mind could expand even the most confined drawing room.
Letter From the Editor
This month, our Redbud writers share the books that have changed them. It might be one in particular, or it might be many that have shaped them over the course of their life. These stories are raw and revealing, transparent and touching. Hold them gently.
How a Duck Changed What I Saw
Grace might be hidden in disappointment. Love might be tucked beside loss. Goodness might be embedded in trials.
That Aroma Pervades Every Story
I cannot remember a time when the Bible has not had space in my daily life. Because of this it was a reality more than an influence.
How Pray Hear Write Transformed My Life
Writing as a vocation is not where I expected to be today, but I can confidently say that God has exceeded my expectations in redeeming my pain and causing my story seeds to grow.
A Mountain and 197 Miles of Mystery
Her mystery didn’t just change our experience at a historical landmark. It altered our experience of what it meant to wonder again, to rediscover, and to wander into adventure that we’d previously thought was only for the qualified few.
How Books Dared and Dragged Me Through Grief
I return again and again to The Problem of Pain and A Grief Observed, though the latter is so raw, there are times I can barely read it. Lewis knew pain, and he didn’t put suffering in a theological box. Instead he left room for it to expand to its full reality and showed how even at its greatest, God’s reach was infinitely more.
How Books Fuel Imagination
I stretched out my arms and legs, stiff from sitting in the same position for hours. I stood up, realizing I was hungry and didn’t remember when I had last eaten. I stumbled into the kitchen and my father, upon seeing me, remarked, “You’re alive! I haven’t seen you move in days.” “Ha, ha, Dad,”…