Bodies and Birthdays
**Author's Note: Like the title says, this post is about bodies. And I'm a woman. So if you are not female, you may not get it, or worse, you may be grossed out. Read at your own risk.Twenty years ago today, I became a woman. How do I remember the exact day? Well, it was my birthday. That’s right, the day I turned twelve was the day Aunt Flo paid me her very first visit. And though I was glad to no longer be one of the few girls in my grade who had yet to begin menstruating, I wasn’t exactly turning cartwheels when the cramping started. I'd say that’s pretty much how the relationship has continued for me and Auntie these last twenty years. Sh

Weathervanes
A weathervane atop a house upon a hill caught my eye on the way home from church the other day. And I've just been thinking about how romantic they are (in the classical sense of the word). Eery and foreboding, or whimsical and sweet, they have the ability to lend character to an otherwise boring house.

Nothin' Nothin' Nothin' -- Nothin' At All
My friends at the Rabbit Room posted a new piece of mine yesterday, and ever since I saw it up there, I've been tempted to distance myself from it. I'm worried someone will misunderstand me and think I'm either adding to, or taking away from, the gospel. I'm also worried about the exact opposite reaction from someone struggling in hurt or depression who might think I was simply saying put on some happy music and get over it. Or at the very least, I just want to take out the two lines about therapy and medication. Even though I know how helpful they have been for me and would not hesitate to recommend either to someone els

Stuff Janna Likes
A few weeks ago Jon Acuff talked about being a Preacher's Kid on his blog, Stuff Christians Like. Like most of his posts, it was pretty funny. He did note however, that he is a preacher's son and maybe should get

Love From Chattanooga (See You When We Return)