The Jonah Within

There are few Bible personalities I really connect with. You know: Ruth was so good, and Esther was fearless and beautiful, and Mary was amazing. Paul is hard for me to get my head around, and the disciples, well, they were interesting and funny, but relatable? Well, maybe not so much. But start talking about Jonah, and … Continue reading The Jonah Within

When God’s Dreams are Yours

It was the sort of question I hated. I took a sip of my latte as I formulated an answer. What would I like to be doing two years from now? Hmm. The person across the table asking the question meant well. Perhaps the opportunity she wanted to lay out would be something I'd like … Continue reading When God’s Dreams are Yours

The Weird I Love

Last month was weird. Wild weird. Good weird. The weird I love. Why? It was writers conference time. Ah, the time word scribblers from across the country converge to spend three tumultuous days swarming around a crazy-carpeted venue, wearing our most professional clothes and most uncomfortable shoes. When we stain our hands scribbling notes in classes, … Continue reading The Weird I Love

Too Important

I recently sliced the base of my left thumb open. I won't go into the gory details, but I will say it was less than pleasant and definitely beyond the league of Band-Aids. My thumb is currently wrapped, strapped, and taped against my index finger so that I won't move the thumb and open the wound. So, … Continue reading Too Important

Rest: Five Things I Learned on Sabbatical

I feel as if I need to reintroduce myself now that I'm back from sabbatical. I hope I've changed since being away, and I know The Empty Inkwell will look a little different from now on too. Check out my last post or the About page for more information about changes. Without further ado, let's get into it: The … Continue reading Rest: Five Things I Learned on Sabbatical

Hard Decisions

Today, I declined an offer I’ve always dreamed of accepting. Two months ago, when I received the email with the writing-related offer, I was flattered and excited, but for various reasons, it was not possible for me to immediately accept. There was a difficult decision before me. It was as if I’d been walking along the writer’s … Continue reading Hard Decisions

When the Words Won’t Come

One of my favorite quotes from Einstein was the speech he gave at a college banquet: "I have nothing to say." All too often, writers are expected to have much to communicate. To be able to churn out something epic on demand. But all too often, the words aren't there, often when we need them … Continue reading When the Words Won’t Come

One Part Calling, Another Part Compulsion

Not long ago, someone asked why I chose to pursue writing. Responses for how, when, and where came to mind, but why was more elusive. After a moment's consideration, the only way I could describe it was: "It was one part calling, another part compulsion." Eric Liddell, portrayed in the film Chariots of Fire, said, "I believe … Continue reading One Part Calling, Another Part Compulsion

New Beginnings

It's spring. Finally. Branches bear the tint of new life. The robins are in full force. Easter has been, bringing with it the reminder of that one Life that has made everything new. It was such a long winter. More than once during those bitter months I wondered if the season would ever end. In many ways, … Continue reading New Beginnings