Thoughts from Audrey Jackson Wright on a broken but beautiful life
If you follow me on any sort of social platform, you know know by now that ten months in to marriage, Geoff and I are three months pregnant with our first child. I'll go ahead and answer the question most people are asking by this point. No, we didn't plan it. A friend recently asked …
Continue reading "On finding out I was going to be a mom [and miraculous God]"
White snow flakes dance outside our large, open window --A somewhat normal occurrence in these mountains I've called home the last nine months. The slow, deep song of my tea kettle warming water breaks the silence of our home. I breath in. And out. Today there is no 'To-Do' list. Looking outside, I smile with contentment …
Continue reading "On throwing out expectations [and living with expectancy]"
I lean in to his scrubs, dark blue and strong with the smell of that lilac detergent he bought on sale at the local grocery store. My face rests in that spot between his chest and his shoulder. The place you put your ear when you want to be reminded that somewhere out there a …
Continue reading "On mourning what was [and on walking towards the promises of God]"
It's raining here in Blowing Rock, North Carolina, and I snuggle up beneath a fuzzy white blanket and sort through our wedding photos with tears in my eyes. Shelby, our photographer was and is an absolute dream and magic maker and the fact that she meowed when she got a shot she wanted only proved …
Continue reading "Our Wedding [memories from the day we said ‘I do’]"
If you took a look at my google searches from a few years ago, a few things would happen. First, you'd discover that I'm secretly a hypochondriac who googles ailments and natural remedies like it's my day job [much to my medical professional husband's dismay]. Secondly, you'd realize that for the longest time, I struggled …
Continue reading "On ‘The One’ [and how I could have married anyone]"
I was fifteen when Poppy B died. Miles away from the Alabama hospital where he went to be with Jesus. And upon the death of my grandfather, down in the corner of his closet, we found two pairs of identical gray New Balance tennis shoes. They were the suede leather kind, a white 'N' …
Being a children’s pastor was never part of MY plan. I didn’t get a degree in theology or ministry or adolescent development. I hung out with a lot of ministry and theology majors in college and while they studied small group formation and Bonhoeffer, I lugged around stacks of novels and wrote papers on the …
Continue reading "Good News and Goldfish [A reflection on two years of kids ministry]"
