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Tracy Johnson

To Love and Be Loved.

Oh the deep, deep love of Jesus
Vast, unmeasured, boundless, free
Rolling as a mighty ocean
In its fullness over me
-S.Trevor Francis

Where was he? Why didn’t he stop it? How could he let it happen?”

The words tumbled out of her mouth as we sat together holding the weight of her sexual abuse. My eyes stayed with her, committed to remaining in the tension of what can only be named as paradox. Continue reading “To Love and Be Loved.”

Time for Battle

The images contained in the message brought tears to my eyes. The message was titled “Urgent Prayers for Damascus”. Continue reading “Time for Battle”

Tell Your Heart To Beat Again

“Shame is the intensely painful feeling or experience of believing that we are flawed and therefore unworthy of love and belonging – something we’ve experienced, done, or failed to do makes us unworthy of connection.

Brene Brown

 

Recently the familiar buzz of my phone yielded a text. “You’re writing is different. Stronger. Intentional. Larger Voice. It’s so good.” Continue reading “Tell Your Heart To Beat Again”

Shining A Light Into the New Year

It is the week when at some level the light of Christ’s birth shines brightly in the dark corners we tend to avoid and compels us to look at them before the New Year begins. We consider how we have lived during the past year and what we hope will be different as the new year comes. Continue reading “Shining A Light Into the New Year”

Stitched Together in Love

I remember helping my mom pack up my childhood home. I was twenty-four and pregnant with my first daughter. That feels important to mention, because the bending over to wrap things in paper and place them in the box was killing my back. Continue reading “Stitched Together in Love”

The Reformation Table

“Catholic is the same as Christian, right mom?”

I stopped spreading peanut butter on the bread for the girls’ sandwiches and looked up at Libby. “That’s an interesting question, what exactly are you asking?” Continue reading “The Reformation Table”

Do You Love Me?

The water is cool as I quietly wade into it. Crystal clear, I can see the sand and rocks beneath my feet as I move along the shoreline. I listen carefully to the sound of the waves, the sound of the breeze rustling the leaves in the nearby trees. I have dreamed about this day and tenderly hoped for how he would meet me here in the water or on the shore. Continue reading “Do You Love Me?”

Braving On.

I can’t seem to stop taking a mental inventory of my backpack and suitcase, the one somewhere in the belly of this plane, not the one still holding some of the contents from my trip to Grand Rapids for Brave On over the weekend. Continue reading “Braving On.”

Join Me

Truth, I had started a post and my husband came in and I said, “Hey listen to what I have so far for my post.” I proceeded to read my first three paragraphs to which he said, “What are you hoping for with this, I mean you’re going to blow it up with that post.” Continue reading “Join Me”

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