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Featuredlet me be/ your breath
grow in me—
all that is
new & tender
the unseen seems
more real with each
fluttering sign
of presence.
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FeaturedWhy do you seek the Living among the Dead?
Around the fire pit last night I kept thinking that if the disciples had actually had time to prepare his body properly on Friday, they would not have been back at the tomb on Sunday. How it must have irked them to leave his body less than prepared for a proper burial! How it must have burned, and felt like a betryal. Like the last thing from common decency. Yet, this was the very avenue by which they were to discover his resurrection. Read more Why do you seek the Living among the Dead?
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FeaturedAll we have left
I wonder if the disciples felt the same way. After they had laid his broken body in the grave where they thought he would stay. Which one of them took it upon themselves to open up his traveling pack? Did they find his extra tunic, the comb for his beard, his fishing lures and knife? Must this not have seemed a far cry from the inheritance he had promised to them? Read more All we have left
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FeaturedThe Table
I didn’t know
what you meant
by “kingdom”
the words
felt foreign &
meaningless
in my mouth.Read more The Table -
FeaturedFor the days it’s hard to breathe—
When my lungs
are burning
for breath
I close my eyes
& think about
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FeaturedCleanse this temple too
How many tables
have you toppled this year?
How many images did we imagine
were worthy of you,
but we see now are rotted,
rusted with all the rest
of our earthly treasures?Read more Cleanse this temple too -
FeaturedAbandoned Places
Maybe the reason these places pull me in is because I’m so hesitant to ever believe that there’s nothing left worth saving. Maybe it’s because I don’t want anyone to think that about me. Perhaps I feel a kinship to these lonesome and broken down places; perhaps its the Imago Dei in me longing to bring order and dominion to every lost and abandoned place. Perhaps it’s because I know my heart can’t take any more abandonment myself. Read more Abandoned Places
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FeaturedThe Anvil
Loss is like
an anvil
sitting silent
on my chest.
The only noise comes
when I try
to breathe.Read more The Anvil -
FeaturedWhere I’ve been
This year God began to teach me how to breathe on my own; with the breath that he breathes into my lungs. Breath that has allowed this year to be a year of incredible creativity; a year of pushing the boundaries of who I thought I was, and what I thought I was meant to do. Read more Where I’ve been
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FeaturedHow Grief leads the way to Deeper Peace and Greater Clarity
God’s Kingdom is here, and it is also coming. Every broken thing will be restored. The dead in Christ are only the seeds waiting for the proper time to grow into a new and fuller life. Our King is here; and He is coming. Read more How Grief leads the way to Deeper Peace and Greater Clarity
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FeaturedHis hand beneath my chin
It dawned on me that this is how God parents us; he uses his tools to make good and beautiful things, but the tools are often loud and scary sounding. But he never chides us for being afraid—he understands that we are, one of the reasons that the encouragement “do not be afraid” is one of the most common in scripture. He tells us that there is nothing to fear, that he is in control, yet he also holds us securely until we actually believe that it’s true. Read more His hand beneath my chin
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FeaturedWhat is being lost
So much can feel like it is being taken away right now; but what if all that I am losing are the false places from which I pretended to be self-sufficient? My dirty wells are being tarred over.Read more What is being lost
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FeaturedClearing Space for what looks like Death
As I write this, it’s the “Time of Corona”— a season of global fear and pandemic, and my words have gotten jammed in my throat. The chaos of the present moment keeps getting to me, no matter how I feel I have my feet securely under me one moment, the next I hear something else—another… Read more
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What the skin of my belly knows
The skin of my belly knows, there is power in a love that is strong enough to break you—like flashes of lighting cutting through gathering clouds in the hot and humid summer sky. Read more What the skin of my belly knows
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What love looks like
“I love the way you salt things,” he says to me as I stand over the heat of the cast iron pan at the kitchen stove. “It’s so cute. You’re like a chef.” He gives my shoulder a rub and passes by me on his way to settle a sibling dispute. Later, he rubs my… Read more
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(God our truest) Mother’s Day
In the morning light
this day does not feel
tangled up as I know some
(perhaps most) people
feel it to be. Read more (God our truest) Mother’s Day -
The Twin Pregnancy I didn’t see coming
I didn’t see this coming. But when I saw the two of them on the ultrasound monitor, kicking and waving, dancing and playing—I felt like I had known them all my life. Willy and I were talking last night about taking a trip sometime after they are born, and as we talked about taking “the… Read more
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How I have longed
I know
your heart
is full of anguish
& longing—mine is too. Read more How I have longed
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Just his hem—
Those who said they would help have only hurt me more. The blood won’t stop coming & all these wounds refuse to be bound. But I heard a rumor yesterday— it caused my heart to leap inside my frail & aching chest. They say: a man— a prophet— a healer— has come to Israel again.… Read more
Letters to the Wilderness Wanderer
Whether you are walking through an especially difficult season of suffering, or just walking through the mundane aches and pains of life lived in a fallen world—this letter is for you. We are wanderers in this wilderness so often; and it can feel like we are drifting and directionless, but that couldn’t be further from … Read more Letters to the Wilderness Wanderer
The Rock & a Holy Place Podcast
When the hammer of suffering keeps falling it can feel like you are stuck between a rock and a hard place; but what if that rock actually holds within it a means of provision? What if that hard place is actually holy? On The Rock and a Holy Place Podcast Sheila Adkins and Grace Kelley engage in meaningful conversations in an effort to explore what it means to see suffering as a place where God is not only present, but active. Read more The Rock & a Holy Place Podcast
Meet Grace
Hi. I’m Grace Kelley. And no my parents didn’t name me for the actress, I actually married into the Kelley part nearly eleven years ago when I married my high school sweet heart Willy. Since then we’ve had three, going on five, kids (expecting TWIN babies 4 & 5 this July!) and have weathered many … Read more Meet Grace
