Thoughts from Audrey Jackson Wright on a broken but beautiful life
"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]"
She looked like a statue, bent over, the ends of her thick brown hair brushing the cement floor. The room was bare, furnished only with a table and a shelf of fine, light-colored yarn, purchased at the market a few weeks before. On the floor were remnants of lunch—homemade chapatti and chickpeas. And outside of …
Continue reading "When we are afraid [and the great joy that is for all]"
She sits on a chair in a waiting room, the doctor talking to her about options. Treatments that might work. Things that could be causing the sickness that weighs on her son’s weak body. I watch her, and I want to be all that she is. Persistent. Devoted. A fighter. But I don’t know that …
Continue reading "When everything isn’t merry and bright [and why Advent is meant for you & me]"
The palm of her hand lay flat against the cream, granite countertop, smudges of toothpaste and puddles of water surrounding her small fingers. Beneath the very tip of her nails were remnants of dirt left over from an earlier outdoor adventure. I stood, lurking in the doorway. Large, brown eyes looked up at me and …
Thoughts on pain, faith, and God's goodness.
