The Writing Life: Writing about Grief

by Lane | Devotional, Writing

Grief visits us all. Perhaps the grief of the day feels small, one drop upon a large pond. Perhaps the grief of the day descends like a sudden storm on a calm lake, upending all in its path. Grief accompanies loss. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross’ book On Death and Dying...

Behold Your Grief

by Lane | Devotional, Easter, Lent, Spiritual Disciplines, Spiritual Practices, Writing

On Ash Wednesday, I enter the dim sanctuary to hear my beginning and ending declared:  “from dust you are, to dust you shall return.” (Gen. 3:19)     The rector marks my forehead with ashes. In the starkness, I mourn. I ache. I long. I grieve.   So...

From Doubt to Delight: Stepping into Your Calling as a Writer

by Lane | Writing

You, dear writer, are beloved by God. You are the apple of His eye. You are His design. He chose you. You are His child. He adopted you. He delights in you, His creation. You are His workmanship. You are His masterpiece. His affection for you never comes to an end....

TRAINing: Faithful Writing Rhythms

by Lane | Spiritual Disciplines, Writing

Every morning, God is faithful.  Every noontime, God is faithful.  Every evening, God is faithful.     Constant. Sure. Trustworthy. Ever present. Faithful.  “It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are...

Deconstructing Lectio Divina

by Lane | Devotional, Lectio Divina, Spiritual Disciplines, Spiritual Practices, Writing

Nestled in the corner of a strip shopping center, my favorite Colorado Thai restaurant served scrumptious pineapple chicken curry. Eager to replicate the dish, I set out to decipher the ingredients and spices involved in the creation. I scribbled down notes as I...

Writing Your Way Through Advent

by Lane | Advent, Poetry, Writing

I sat in Marilyn McEntyre’s Advent poetry class last Tuesday evening. My brown eyes burned, fighting to stay awake. Up way past my normal bedtime as I am an early bird to the nth degree, I wrestled with the tiredness I felt at that moment. Yet my heart bound joyfully...