The Bible tells you not to worry, but. . .
Author Archives: Becca Kello
Day Three
God has carried me through stage four cancer twice, and I know he’ll carry me through this, too.
Day Two
I don’t know what I’m going to do without my leg, but the Good Lord knows. I’m always looking to him.
Day One
Why did God keep my baby safe, but let their baby die?
Sayings on God
Spending the summer working at a local hospital in the pastoral care department, I got to hear people talk about God often. Sometimes the things people say are painful, sometimes painfully true, occasionally trite, raw, or insightful. Their stories may be unknown to you, but their pain, fears, faith, or doubt are not. This isContinue reading “Sayings on God”
Nostalgia
Sitting outside of a coffee shop today, talking with a friend, a car passed, and once the street outside the shop was revealed again, I was awash with nostalgia for Brasil. It happens often in Abilene that I experience nostalgia, it makes sense: this place is not my home, although it is becoming that, thisContinue reading “Nostalgia”
Aftershocks of Hierarchy
Staring at the Gospel of John, chapter 8 specifically, my eyes began to water and the weight of the burden sat on my chest; not of the content, but the expectations held for me in this week’s Greek II assignment. Each week, we divide up the labor of translation within our translation team. As we’veContinue reading “Aftershocks of Hierarchy”
And I Prayed: A Woman’s First Time
Somehow, this is different. All week long I’ve been wrestling with why this is different. I have prayed and served communion before in a variety of settings, but somehow I knew today would be different. Yesterday, as my thoughts swam around what today would hold, I posed the question to my facebook friends: why isContinue reading “And I Prayed: A Woman’s First Time”
Do not worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come? Rumi (via rsvnr)
psychology notes.: the journey, mary oliver
and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own psychotherapy: One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice—though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried.Continue reading “psychology notes.: the journey, mary oliver”
