Thoughts from Audrey Jackson Wright on a broken but beautiful life
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]"
About a year ago, I sat on my back porch and read a sentence from a book that completely changed the way I make decisions. I know that sounds a little bit melodramatic [and confession: sometimes I am!] but in this case—it’s true! I sat in the shade on a warm summer day. It was …
The sunshine hits me and I’m 19 again. It’s like my mind sorts through a hundred other warm, spring days and I land on this particular one. I’m sitting on a bench outside of Livingston Hall. The sky is almost a perfect baby blue—the color you’d paint in the nursery of your first-born son. I …
