Christa Wells

*I feel the need to add this morning’s reading to this post as a reminder that there is one place to go with these questions, with our needs.  And that the answer to self-driving busy-ness is not self-focus of a different kind.  It is only in re-directing the eyes of our hearts to the Giver [...]

I heard the front door close behind him before I was even out of bed. I’d overslept. Now I’m slurping coffee and lighting candles, reading from the One Year Bible. Sizzling sausage. This is the tranquil intro. Tapping out a bass line in email responses. I can hear the rushing water of the shower upstairs [...]

I dread the dark. Not the eventual setting of sun at long day’s end, but the days, weeks, months, when the sun begins to rise later and later and leave us earlier and earlier until finally, we come to expect a hasty dusk near the same time neighborhood children hop off the school bus. I [...]

* In the interest of full disclosure, most of this post is me reflecting what I gleaned this weekend from the fantastic speakers.  The last portion, in particular, is credited to Josh Harris’ talk, “Forgiven to Forgive” available for download soon. (get ready…this might feel like a sermon…) In a quiet hotel room in Reston, [...]

We’re on the road, destined for rest by the sea, and we’ve looked forward to this for so long.  In seven hours more (at 2:10 AM, according to our friend GPS) we’ll arrive at a quiet beach spot and one week of splendidly simple choices like: Flip-flops or bare feet?  Pool or ocean?  Turkey or [...]

On Monday I turned 37. (That’s me, second from the right, the day Mandy came home.) This is nearly impossible to fathom, because wasn’t it last week I was celebrating my 12th birthday in Kaiserslautern, Germany?  Weren’t we riding the train, my aunt and grandmother and two girlfriends and I, trying on new clothes in [...]

I realize I’ve been away from this writing place several weeks, and I’m tempted to feel guilty for not following my own weekly regimen.  Especially since watching Julie & Julia last night.  But then I remind myself that I am, afterall, a songwriter who does some blogging and not the other way around.  So…thanks for [...]

It’s obvious she has the bug.  She is 6 and can’t keep from it.   Small brown fingers push the sound from the ivory and I watch her do what I do. Play.  Evaluate.  Try a new way.  Repeat.  Build a pattern, wonder where it must go next. She is emotive.  Sometimes loud.  Often tragic (her [...]

Great songs are born when they are born.  Great books are read and digested slowly.  The tide of spiritual understanding ebbs and flows to a rhythm we can’t force.  There is a time for working the earth and a time for letting it rest.  Relationships and households require awesome amounts of time and energy. Email, [...]

(This was originally a “page” on my former blog…since I don’t yet have a place for it in this new blog format, I thought I’d share it again as a “post.”) I’m sure I have it documented somewhere, maybe on a piece of notebook paper, but I can’t recall it.  I do know it was [...]