Well hello. My name is Colleen – a name that I love because it’s Irish, and don’t really love because while your name probably means something like noble, to excel, or little fire, mine simply means girl. Not a whole…
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Burden Bearer
I’m a burden carrier. Whether people ask me to or not (or even whether they need me to or not), I see their struggles, their stress, their unanswered questions and prayers, and I am Pilgrim; shoulders bent under the weight…
My Shepherd
“The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.” Most everyone is familiar with Psalm 23. Whether at a funeral or in Sunday school every year of your life, at some point you’ve probably heard David’s famous prayer/poem. It’s all…
(only)love
When I was little we used to sing a song that said “and they will know we’re Christians by our love, by our love.” Unfortunately, far too many Christians – including myself – have bought into our culture’s idea of…
Are We There Yet?
I think I speak for everyone when I ask: is winter over yet? Even those of us who love this season are getting sick and tired of the constant snow storms messing up plans and the bitter temperatures keeping us…
(be)Love
Having grown up in the church, I’ve put an exceptional amount of pressure on myself to become someone great. Someone who does mighty things for the Kingdom of God. Someone who goes out and changes the world. Someone who knows…
(Why I Love)Fall
Leaves like moon reflecting sun, setting mountains and hills ablaze. Leaves like fire smothering trees in glory. Leaves like feathers drifting, floating, falling. Carefree and calm, carried by the wind. At peace though everything is out of their control and…
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(Real)Church
“All people feel anxious at times,” she says, straightening her glasses. “But I think you have Anxiety – with a capital A.” The words stun me. I sit back, nearly in a daze, as she discusses different tactics and options…
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(stop)Worrying
I’m a planner. By which I actually mean: I’m a worrier. I love schedules. Before I fall asleep at night I make a list of everything I need to get done the next day. When I was in college, by…
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