I hear there are mornings soft like rain streams meandering into meadows, days warmed hummed out melodies, fields wide as wisdom, rivers full of light. I hear you will picnic on banks of beauty running free, eat the fruit of…
After the Night
Author: Christie Lambert
Christie Lambert is a small-town, southern writer who is daily amazed by the love of God. Although she loves fiction and has published a few short stories here and there, her writing is now focused on sharing the grace of Jesus that has swept her off her feet. She is usually doing laundry for her three small kids and musician-husband, drinking (too much) coffee with her sister, and reading while cooking (not recommended for those who like edible meals). She is currently obsessed with learning how to play the guitar and finishing her degree in Religious Studies. Christie can be contacted at christiedlambert@gmail.com.
Bold Hope
I had one of those hard-to-shake dreams last night. I nearly always wear a simple silver ring with the word “hope” etched into its surface. It’s a tangible reminder for me to stay aware of beauty and God’s goodness, to…
When My “Merry” Is Not Here…
It’s the time of year when so much is made to look picture-perfect, when everything is supposed to be merry, festive, and bright. And I am all for the decorations and music and food and ugly sweaters and even crazy…
Why We Don’t Have to Hide…
Many moons ago, during college days, I worked part-time for a chaplain. I so admired her ~ the way she read deeply, was not afraid of hard conversations, and looked at the world with uninhibited compassion. If I had known…
The Year of Finding Lost Things
(after Luke 4) These are the days of the weak, the lowly, the oppressed defying their chains, captivity taken captive. These are the days of the broken, the rejected, the dismissed holding heads high, shame scorned to silence. These are…