I committed the cardinal sin of the insomniac which is to never let caffeinated nectar pass into my bloodstream past 10am, which is why at 12am, slathered in CBD oil and lavender, I am still wide awake. The cause for caffeine was good: we attended Say Yes, A Liturgy of Not Giving Up on Yourself, by...

I have always tried (for almost twenty years now—Sayable turns twenty in 2020!) to be one of those bloggers who keeps a regular and regimented schedule. And I have always failed. I just don’t work well within those constraints and I suppose I will have to stop trying eventually....

It’s the time of the year again when photos of children in costume and heavy wet autumn snow on not yet fallen leaves grace the pages of the Internet. Thanksgiving recipes begin to circulate and angry treastises on celebration dos and donts are pounded out on keyboards heard round the world....

I like to think I am not like Peter, the regretful, faltering, denying follower of Christ, but I am more like him in my heart than I pretend to be in my flesh. I think a lot about his question to Jesus, “Master, to whom else would we go?” He follows it by an assurance of his commitment...

Each morning last weekend I dressed in the dark, filled my teacup, and made my way down to a lower outcropping on the shore of the Frio River where two black rockers sat and two spiders spun above. I woke up to the morning down there where it comes late, the sun having risen an hour before we begin...

This past week I saw a heartbreaking video. It was of a newly adopted child speaking accolades about their new family. The child seemed to be young, was adopted at age four. Who knows what traumas they endured before those papers were signed, but at age four most of our survival mechanisms have...

Some months ago, a fellow writer said to me, “Some people like to tell others what they should do or how to be or what to believe. Some writers just invite others on a journey of how they’re doing or being or what they’re believing. You’re the latter. Stop thinking you need...

Over the past two months (and on through November) as I head toward the release of Handle With Care, I wanted to quiet some of the unrest and unhealth in my soul. There have been some patterns of anxiety, ignoring my gut sense or intuition in favor of what seemed “right” or obligatory,...

Last night concluded a month long BURN class at our local gym. This is the same gym I’ve driven past almost every day for two and a half years and silently judged for its footprint, its Land Rovers and Lexuses (Lexi? Lexums?) in the parking lot, its fine, fruity, and fast food cafe, its...

I have been thinking about I Corinthians lately and the “foolishness of the world.” The thing is, so much of my life and yours, probably, doesn’t look foolish to the world. Not really. Most of us live in snug homes with half-decent furniture and Apple TV and our choice of choice...

Behold the box cake. Sugar and spice and cream cheese frosting is nice.In the past year God has been taking me on a journey regarding food. I love food, but I don't love it too much. I thought. I'm far more guilty of restriction than gluttony. From the age of nine, from the moment my dad made a...

Two springs ago we sat on a boulder the size of a church chapel and watched the sun set in the western sky. We were mostly alone and the sun set slow, each cloud and ray and mountain lake reflection painting a different canvas every second. Each time I thought, this is it, it couldn’t get...

A decade ago I attended in my first inductive Bible Study. I was never the same. All that autumn I sat at a rickety wooden table from IKEA in a splash of southern sun, and poured over my workbook. The Word of God came alive and began to inform the way I saw God, the Church, the world, other humans,...

It is temping (I want to say, “I think,” but the truth is, I know.) to feel beholden to you. To feel as though you are my employer and I work for you, and in a sense, this is true. I am not like those poet-artist delighted types who cannot help but write, for whom writing is like...

I was called into the Dean’s office the first week after matriculating into the English program at my university. She was gentle and fierce at the same time. I admired her immediately and was terrified I was about to be ousted for some terrible mistake. “We have an immediate need for an...

One of the more crippling beliefs I heard growing up, from my earliest teens well through my 20s, and did not have the Biblical undergirding or emotional capacity (because of my dysfunctional paradigm and ) to refute, was the idea that a woman was under her father's "authority" until...

Since Harper was a puppy she's made her circle of curiosity larger and larger, exploring only in the same room as me, then to the next room over, then to the yard, then through the fence to the neighbor's yard, but she always comes back to me. Intermittently throughout her curiosities, her constant...

The Internets are a flutter with deconstruction and rumors of deconstruction these days. It’s big news when a fellow believer falls away, I guess. Bigger, it seems, if he made his living trying his best to navigate premature fame, an inherited church scandal, and the conference circuit....

My process of creating a Link Love post is to generally keep sixty-five tabs open on my browser of things I want to read or have read and wanted to share, and when I finally get so tired of them all being open, to finally compose a post. Today is that day.

I have had this one from Michelle DeRusha o...

A week ago, perhaps more, maybe less, I spent an hour watching a caterpillar make its way from the dill plant he and his friends have been consuming all the way around our pool to the garden on the other side. He took the long way and the journey was arduous, full of terra-cotta pots and a privacy...

Who’s tired of bad news? Me too. Here’s a little gathering of beauty from around the Internets I’ve rounded up for you. They’re mostly about our bodies and minds and human limitations, which are things I think about a lot these days. I hope you enjoy.

This piece of sublime...

“Identity is never simply a creation. It is always a discovery. True identity is always a gift of God.”

David Benner, The Gift of Being Yourself

About seven years ago, when I was still working as a graphic designer, another blogger asked me to work on a site she was building for her new...

I really didn’t think anything could bludgeon my particular affection for this little space on the web but it turns out writing a book could. If I’m honest, I was afraid of that, and it’s one reason I hemmed and hawed on the outskirts of writing a book for so long. I love...

It’s been a long time since I’ve shared a load of links I love. I’m not sure why. Perhaps content fatigue. I absorbed so much information while writing Handle With Care and then tried to distill so much of it, that I’ve just felt smaller, quieter, and less of everything over...

A few years ago I was really affected by Andy Crouch’s Four Quadrants from Strong and Weak (below). It's simultaneously freeing to implement it and also restricting. It means asking myself the question before I share anything: Do I have authority to share this? Am I being vulnerable in...