Christa Wells

Writing and singing when I should really be sleeping…

Tag: peace

And again we will be saved…

When I told him it’s about self-control, saying “no” to yourself…his lips pursed and his eyes stayed on the floor. Pleadingly, anger just under the buckling cellar door, I say: “You feel like screaming and hitting me, but it’s not okay to do those things.  Do you understand?” Chin out and trembling, he looks up, [...]

shooting to the sky: life without chains (and other metaphors on anxiety)

I’ve been thinking about you… You waking with anxiety, curling up at night with anxiety, and carrying her wrapped around your middle like a boa constrictor. Squeezing out life with not enough time, not enough talent, not enough money, not enough friends, not enough… I know it personally.  The pet who continually tears up your furniture [...]

In the Light…

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 [...]

forgiveness…beginnings

* 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, [...]

living in time…

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, [...]

Prospecting for peace…

It can be found in wide open spaces.   And cherry-pink blossoms.    Steepled logs…    Spontaneous motion…    You can wash your hands in it.    And whisper-share it.    Find reminders.   Carry it home.  

Encountering Truth at Encounter 10

  I left my camera and my Flip in my suitcase when we left the hotel on Saturday and again on Sunday.  Can you believe that?  New York City and no pictures or film to recall the occasion.  Boo hoo. I left home in the Saturday morning dark and met Mom at LGA, because she [...]

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