2022 was one of the hardest years I've ever been through. But it also forced me to pause, consider, and be still—to listen to the voice of God. And one thing that I repeatedly felt like He was telling me was to reflect on the unique relationship between the difficult, the painful, the miserable—and the … Continue reading A year in reflection | 2022
Theology
Poem | Apart
| Apart | Sometimes I am astounded at my own arrogance. I want so much to gaze into the face of God, But I love my own eyes too much. So…I look away. “Tomorrow.” “Later.” “Sometime.” Never? “Oh Father, Your child is so lost—” I want to say— About— Someone else. So hateful! What is … Continue reading Poem | Apart
Socratic circle | November 2021
Goodness, I do apologize for the lateness of this post, everyone! I've been terribly busy lately: writing papers, wrestling with rational functions, and worrying about finals. I am looking forward to Thanksgiving, though. More than ever this year, I think I need a chance to take a step back and reflect on all that I … Continue reading Socratic circle | November 2021
Socratic circle | October 2021
Hey, everyone! How are you all? Getting enough pumpkin spice in your system? 😉 Let's have another Socratic circle, shall we? *passes around steaming lattes and cozy sweaters* Last month's Socratic question asked, What does it mean to live "in between?" This was a tough one, and I was so excited to see how y'all … Continue reading Socratic circle | October 2021
Socratic circle | September 2021
Happy September, everyone! Are the fall/school vibes staring to kick in in your corner of the world yet? 😉 They have for me—so much so that I almost forgot to do this. XD Phew! As always, let's start this Socratic circle by reviewing last month's Socratic question, which asked, Why do you think Abraham Lincoln … Continue reading Socratic circle | September 2021
Poem | Waco
| Waco | Where the Magnolias bloom— Chip and Jo's shiplap-vision for their home. The Silos, gentle white pillars, catch the sun and Toss it through the windows of The church, Finely splintering light. And pews catch it and convert it To song and a special feeling, Almost returning meaning to that Worn place of … Continue reading Poem | Waco
Havalah Ruth Peirce 
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