Thoughts from Audrey Jackson Wright on a broken but beautiful life
What do you want? She asked me, this new sweet friend I’ve made. Her voice was soft and kind and confident. And her eyes let me know that she was once where I am. Sitting there—wandering around under the stars—wondering about the one who created them. Wondering which way is true north. What. Do. I. …
Continue reading "Maybe what you want is what God wants too"
I’m drawn to the quiet lately. To the song of nature’s choir. The sermon of the moving trees. The early morning air of October touches my bare feet, and I pull them in closer beneath the quilt that covers the rest of me. My coffee steams and burns the already raw skin on the roof of …
Continue reading "What to do when your story isn’t the one you want [and the YET in every story]"
Last night, I spent a good twenty minutes with my face down to the floor upstairs in the music venue where our church meets. The floor smelled funky [The kind of funky that makes you question what you're actually putting your face against] and blood started rushing to my head and my tears started running up my nose …
It felt like I didn’t breathe for several minutes as I stood there, my head dripping suds of shampoo. I slipped to the floor of the shower, hot water running down the top of my head and forming into little droplets on my eyelashes and nose. It mixed. The tears. The snot. The water. I …
"Thank you for chatting with me" He says it every single time we get off the phone. The man whose letters I find in my mailbox. He addresses them with silly names like 'Princess Amidala Jackson' and 'The Queen' and lets me irritate him on the phone when he should be studying the human body …
Continue reading "On Gratitude [and how saying ‘Thank You’ is changing my heart]"
I’m wearing my overalls today. I’m lying on a dock outside of a Mennonite cabin with my hair on top of my head and my tennis shoes on and a flannel shirt wrapped around my waste and my diva-girl sunglasses on and if there was any moment in my life that would be an …
Continue reading "On Wearing Overalls [and feeling like I’m not enough for God]"
The reflection of the left side of my face in the window mixes in with the passing landscape of pines and mountain ranges and water and gray. The edges of the mixing images are sharp. Peeks. Branches. Cheekbones. Jawline. Sharp, like the pain that sometimes grabs at my insides when I stare into the gray …
Continue reading "When the Jesus I know Keeps Changing [But HE never changes]"
