The story of creation describes God as a Gardener, and this is one of the first images we get of the divine. The Lord formed the land, brought forth from the soil a vast array of plants and animals, ...
image by Brian Danaher When I was little, I was full of the Spirit. I prayed over the sick, my hands getting hot and my prayers short and sweet and outside of myself. Sometimes people were hea...
We were all together for coffee. Me and a bunch of other Christian moms sipping on warm beverages and enjoying a night out. One of my friends asked me how unschooling was going, and it was nice to ha...
Being that this is my first time posting on this website, I think it would be appropriate to introduce myself. Bear in mind, I am a photographer, not a writer so it’s actually a miracle I even know h...
As January 23rd drew closer, I imagined entering the classroom again after an eight year absence, and wondered what lessons awaited me inside the walls of Travis-Lovett Hall. In what, depending on th...
Some icon stacks of books strewn about my room. Last September, I was sitting on a couch one day when I felt as if Jesus sat beside me, told me it was going to be about trust with me, and then He pac...
i transplant a flower, rub the soil between my hands. it’s so much easier to worship without walls, and we skipped church today. it’s hard to skip church in a community that doesn’t...
My palms are sweating. My palms never sweat. But they are now. Palms are sweating and my stomach is rolling and there’s an embarrassing tremor in my voice every time I open my mouth. This seeme...
Yesterday, I wrote a letter to my boss. This is to inform you of my resignation it said and when I placed it on her desk, my hands shook. Effective June 8, I am a full time writer and {...
My Deeper Story family is always so gracious to listen to my non-polished thoughts. To help me process and wrestle through ideas that are still just bumping around inside me. And it leaves me feeling...
Today is the inaugural ’Ask a Storyteller‘ feature – your chance each month to get to know the Deeper Story writers! Our first guinea pig participant is Arianne! I opened the email ...
We sat on the bed, strained throats fighting to articulate sense. Easter was a few days past, and I halfheartedly ate the mini gourmet chocolate bunny; it tasted good but it made no difference at all...
A marriage counselor once said to me, “marriage is not complicated; it’s just really hard.” I think I agree because the older I get the more I realize that the prescription for a go...
I don’t care how much I say I love grace, but there are times when I really love it when someone gets his or her just end. When the bad guy falls from the sky. When the murderer confesses at the end ...
I live in Canada. Here, it is legal for same-sex couples to marry each other. And somehow, the apocalypse has not occurred. Shocking, I know. As someone raised in a post-Christian culture, now living...
I felt a little odd writing it. Like the words sounded all too good to be true. Like I had just painted myself in a light that wasn’t entirely me. But how does one know who they are exactly whe...
(by Sarah Roberts) When the phone rings before 8AM, it’s never good news. That was my first clue. My second was the hard edge in my friend’s voice as she said good morning. She wasted no time. “A tea...
{via pinterest} Listen . . . Let me tell you a deeper story, lest we forget why we are here in this naked place, where we value hard the speak that comes not from our shallow parts, but from the trut...
By Joy “What do we learn about God here?” the teacher asked. I stared at the horrifying verse in my Bible. “I will wipe from the face of the earth the human race I have created.” I felt sick as I pic...
My oldest daughter is seven and she is pestering me about getting getting baptized. We are Southern Baptist of the non-Reformed variety, I think, because we aren’t Calvinist and I pretty much b...
Photo by the handsome K Mayfield I grew up deep in Christian culture, in a place where people bandied about metaphors from Scripture like it was no big thing. I remember intense discussions about put...
Ever wish you could sit down for a long chat with one of the Deeper Story writers? Pick their brains about something? See what they’re like when they’re out of story-telling mode? Here’s your chance!...
Today, I should like to share with you some painting, which I took up a few months ago to try and help pay for graduate school … By the time this post publishes, I shall have defended my underg...
I sat on the bus the other day, text book in my lap, reading scholarly words about the Prophets, thinking about Ezekiel, thinking about coffee, wondering if I should have brought my umbrella. A man b...
sometimes, my arms ache with the weight of their emptiness. this afternoon, i stood in the baby aisle of target. the nesting instinct hit without warning and without a second glance i stopped and gat...
This is a story I haven’t shared on the internet. It’s likely to be pretty factual, to lack artistic flare. But honestly, I haven’t really worked this all out. It’s a bit of a...
Some days I believe I am more When there is less of me, That my words Bear more weight When I bear it less, That my deeds Tip scales When I don’t. And untruths Are easy to buy When I am feeling...
Have you ever sat and thought and wondered why God was ‘forcing’ you to go through such a hard time? Why He insisted on teaching lessons the hardest way possible sometimes? I had this tho...
Fourteen years to the day since I first moved to South Africa, I arrived there again. On Saturday. My first time to return since I had to close our ministry and move back to the States. Fourteen year...
“Bang, bang!” The little girl yells. And follows up with, “I’m the good guy, you’re the bad guy!” “I’m gonna get you!” the little boy screams back at her. These are sounds I hear at the playground. I...
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