Isaiah 50:4-10 (TNIV) The Sovereign Lord has given me an instructed tongue, to know the word that sustains the weary. He wakens me morning by morning, wakens my ear to listen like one being taught. The Sovereign Lord has opened my ears; I have not been rebellious, I have not turned away. I offered my back to those who beat me, my cheeks to those who pulled out my beard; I did not hide my face from mocking and spitting.... Read more
O Lord Jesus Christ, who on this day entered the rebellious city which later rejected you: We confess that our wills are just as rebellious, that our faith is often more show than substance, that our hearts are in need of cleansing. Have mercy on us, Son of David, Savior of our lives. Help us to lay at your feet all that we have and all that we are, trusting you to forgive what is sinful, to heal what is... Read more
When I first began to feel drawn to liturgy and the Church calendar, I was looking for something planted deep, something I could hold onto in my faith. I felt flimsy, shaken. I’d gone through a college experience of spiritually emotional highs and crashes. I was scared to death of the doubts that clouded my mind. I was looking for something to connect me with tradition, though I couldn’t have put it into those words then. What I knew was... Read more
Friends, I like for us to spend our Holy Week at Mama Monk quietly, contemplatively. So I’ll be mostly silent around here, though I will be posting every day from Palm Sunday through Easter Sunday. My posts will be reflective in nature: art, poems, and quotes to go with each day of the week and to (hopefully) help lead you in worship and prayer. If you’ve been around for Holy Week in the past, you’ll probably recognize what I post,... Read more
I’ve been writing in some other places this week and I’d love to scoot you on over their way. Do you mind clicking? On Tuesday I had the opportunity to share one of my poems at John Blase’s lovely blog The Beautiful Due. He’s been featuring the poems of several writers and bloggers he knows and I’m honored he asked for my contribution. I gave him a poem called “Rooting” that I started the week after August was born and... Read more
We pray with them. Then I ask, “What song would you like to sing?” They choose a song, and that’s the last thing we do before we say goodnight. We sing together. Read more
Brooksie, when I got you out of bed on your second birthday, I whispered. It was 6:30 and your brother was asleep next door; the neighbors were asleep downstairs. I hate worrying about noise. I wanted to bust in with a guitar and serenade you. (If only I could play.) I wanted to shout to the world that once you weren’t here and now you are! Once you were a thought, a conversation between your dad and me. You... Read more
This is one of my favorite prayers and because it is traditionally associated with St. Patrick, I think the Monday after St. Patrick’s day is a beautiful day to sit with it. May Christ win you today. May he comfort you, restore you. May you search for Christ in the mouths of friends and strangers and find yourself bound tight by the strong name of the Trinity. I bind unto myself today The strong Name of the Trinity, By... Read more
From Sandra McCracken’s beautiful new album Desire Like Dynamite. I sang this song (“Go”) in my head all the way to the post office Wednesday to mail the book contract. It’s becoming my Brave Girl mantra. Read more
As of yesterday afternoon, when I mailed off some official papers with my scribbly-boy-signature on them, I am contracted to write two (Yes, Two!) books for Worthy Publishing over the next two years. I have the smartest and the loveliest agent in Rachelle Gardner (at Books & Such Literary Agency) who has done more to help me to this point than I will probably ever know. I am deeply grateful for her. I have run out of words for how... Read more
Micha Boyett
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