Making all things new

Watch this space.

This website is getting an overhaul thanks to the amazing talents of my dear friend, Kristy Tillman – web designer and graphic artist extraordinaire. Before your eyes it will transform into a lovely little place to find out about upcoming projects, books, musings and life in general.

Coming soon…
Updated, reedited The Invitation (2.0) is due out December of 2011. Thanks to those who have been so encouraging in the reedit process and patient with pre-orders!

I’ve begun work on a new project. A novel – of epic proportions. (I’ve always wanted to say that, I’m not sure how true it is in this case. But humor me.) I look forward to sharing more about this piece as it takes shape!
Think compelling.
Think Narnia meets the book of Genesis.

Stay tuned.


Waiting for the day
To release the stories brewing within;
Caught like dreams in a net
Submerged inside
To grow
To change
To be released
One day
When ears will turn
And eyes will see
What has been commissioned
To be hidden deep within.
Waiting until the day arrives
When my voice is released
And I will tell the tales
Of realities unknown
And stories of home.

November 11, 2010

Merry Christmas.

About a month ago, I was sitting in my living room, surrounded by my roommates. We were worshipping and praying and in the midst of it, they began to encourage me. They reminded me of this picture I’ve had for a while now of my family opening up a gift on Christmas morning – a book of short stories lovingly penned by yours truly. As fall began several months ago I knew completing this book would be entirely lofty, as I was beginning student teaching and time would be short.

There were many ducks I had hoped to be in a row before I launched this book. But in the end, as I thought about the words of my roomies to remember the picture I had and not worry about everything being perfect – I decided to just go for it. Honestly, I’m probably the type of person who could sit on this egg forever waiting for it to be perfect, and never get the ball rolling. And so here I am. Four weeks later. Thanks to the encouragement and sacrifices of some very dear sisters who prayed for me, helped edit, and design the cover, I have crossed the first finish line. I’ve finished student teaching. I’ve just about caught up on all the sleep I skipped over the last month trying to finish this project. And as I write, I’m about to tuck myself into bed after a Christmas day in which I saw my family carefully tear the wrapping paper off their new books. I saw it. It happened.

There were no fireworks. There was no fanfare. The moment passed quite quickly amidst the rest of the Christmas festivities. But I suppose at the end of the day I kind of felt like a rider in the pony express. I have journeyed far and delivered my package.

More to come…


Thanks so much to all who have stopped by this little site and taken a look around. Thanks also for so many encouraging words and much feedback, these are really precious to me, you have no idea!

Right now I have one main project I am working on, a collection of short stories. Many of you are familiar with this project, and if you are not, I will be sharing more about it soon, so no worries!

What I can tell you is that my dream is to have this project finished, and even published by Christmas. This is a very lofty dream, but I think I’m going to step out on a limb and go for it, knowing that if it doesn’t pan out quite in the timing I desire, all I will have lost is a fleeting deadline. At least I’ll be moving forward! Momentum is good.

Today I finished story numero 14 for this collection and am halfway through another one. 14 stories. 14 amazing journeys with God to encounter His love. 14 stories I have come to love, and if I was the only intended reader, I would have been exceedingly satisfied. But I have already been blessed to share them with a few, and blessed by the way they have shown others God’s love for them. It’s just been an overall wonderful journey and I look forward to the day I can pull out a single book and flip to them time and time again. I still read them on my computer quite frequently, especially before I begin to write. They still make me laugh, or cry, or think. I love that, and I can’t wait to share them with any who would care to read them. It’s taken over a year to write these 14 stories, and I have 6 more planned to finish the collection. So, I suppose we’ll see how the fall plays out.

Thus begins an interesting season as I will start student teaching in about a week. Student teaching is crazy town, in case you didn’t know, in terms of work load and such. I’m am excited about the schools I will be student teaching at and the kids I will have the opportunity to love on, but I am curious how writing will factor in, if at all this fall, and how I might meet my deadline.

I’ll believe Him for the impossible, and rest in Him for the unknown. I’m pretty pumped about the journey anyways.

Hopefully, this fall will still find me nestled in little local coffee shops here and there, writing up a storm. I have to admit, I have loved going to coffee shops here in town and writing. It’s been amazingly productive, and gets me out of the house. Thank you for your prayers and stay tuned!!

New Story.

I’ve uploaded a new short story to my Scribings page and would love for you to check it out! It was a different type of story to write than I’m used to and an interesting journey to do so. I’m actually trying to remember when I got the idea for it this summer. I think it was after talking to my sister on the phone and we had been discussing dreams. I know that much of it fleshed out when I took a walk by myself beside the ocean on a recent trip to Pacifica, California.

I began writing the first part of it weeks ago and then, as usual, the story kind of sat there. I wasn’t quite sure how to finish it and was more interested in some other projects I had going on.

When my roommate shared that she would love for me to read a story at her birthday, I assumed I would simply read the story I wrote for her last year, as I doubted anything would be finished in time to debut. But God had other plans, and when I went to my writing abode (aka coffee shop), the story basically wrote itself. I love when this happens. I just sit back in my imagination and write what I see and hear.

And so, The Dreaming Shore found its finish just in time for Amanda’s birthday. I think it quite liked having its debut in the midst of such celebration.


When writer’s block hits, it’s best to write a story about it.

I was blessed this summer with the opportunity to completely pursue writing. I decided not to look for a job and instead fling myself head first into working on some story projects. I wanted to learn about the publishing business and just take a season to dream about what it might look like to pursue being an author. Wow. That sounds kind of lofty, even when I read it.

Three months of free time, what more could a writer dream of?

Except that for a month and a half, trying to write was like walking through tar and I couldn’t figure out why. I love to write, why was I so unmotivated?

For some unknown reason I became rather obsessed with flowers and gardens this summer. I’ve had the privilege of living and visiting amazing gardens throughout my life, but never thought much of them. They were pretty and all, but they weren’t the intoxicating presence they have since become in the the last month or so. I thought maybe I was pinning for England again and this was just the latest tell-tale sign. So, during times when I surely should have been writing, I’ve instead been researching and plotting how to start my own little British garden beside our house. With many hours in the blazing sun and a pretty penny’s worth of new flowers, I did it. I planted a flower garden. It’s not opulent, but it’s delightfully quaint.

And after much sweat and effort, I stood back and admired my little garden. But I felt supremely guilty that I’d found yet another hobby to distract me from the task at hand: becoming an author.

It’s in the midst of this that God and I hashed it out…into a little story.

Enjoy. The Spade and the Pen.

Chasing dreams

Reality of the life of a writer. I’m not reallly sure how to do this. Trying not to rely on my own wisdom or understanding.

The funny thing about a dream. You can attempt to live it, and feel at times rather delusional, or you can let the dreams pass and fade and always wonder if life could have held the possibilities of your imagination. I’m leaning towards delusion at the moment.

Take me again, Lord inside the wonders of your storehouse.

The possibility of a page

How long does it take to journey beyond the veil? The right melody, an accurate breeze, the slightest nuance of the sacredness of nature…a bird soaring, a mountain standing, the ironic stillness of a landscape teeming with life. One can be there in a moment.

And here we are. Settling in to write about nothing significant, in attempts to stir oneself to write about something infinitely significant.

She breathes.

It’s not about aiming for significance, really. Not even about aiming for accuracy. My greatest aspiration between mind and page is to catch authenticity…honesty. And Him. To catch just a moment with Him. That I might be changed, and for a moment feel the sweetest assurance of my homeland. My homeland…where every moment is one with Him.

Perhaps the most incredible thing is the possibility of a page. All that could unfold… the passion and adventure, the revelation and healing… A stage is set. What will find its home here I wonder? It is one of the great excitements about writing. Such is writing with the Lord. Such is spending time with my Friend. Here I am today, Lord. Pressing in. Setting aside the plans of a well intended heart, trusting you with a journey that will surely overwhelm mine. And my greatest prayer is that You will show yourself for who You really are in this place.

In truth, this will only satisfy if it’s about Him. If I make it about anything else first, I will leave unsatisfied.