ordinary is rarely just ordinary
Sitting in Story
Stories are a kind of inheritance. In this reflection, I share what it means to honor memory, preserve legacy, and sit long enough for meaning to rise to the surface.
Speak to the Rock
What if the Promised Land is not a place we reach, but a freedom we begin to live into? A reflection on faith, weariness, and learning to listen instead of react when the journey feels long.
Hallway Pause
What began as a necessary stop on a long drive became a quiet reminder that gratitude and God often meet us in the most unexpected places.
Travelin’ On
Standing before an abandoned motel stirred memories of another kind of loss. This piece reflects on faith, discernment, and how grace meets us in places no longer meant to be lived in.
hushed.
On the Wrong Track.
Ever have one of those moments that feels like a metaphor for life?
I got to the train station early, heading north for a few days to check out Greg’s world. The board said Track 1. The loudspeaker said Track 1.
So there we all are, waiting on Track 1…
Drifting
A reflection on a stay by the bay with my friend Jen, where saltwater pools, borrowed robes, and sunrise prayers became lasting reminders of healing and grace.
Into the Water
He obeyed a single command from God—baptizing with water—without fully knowing how it would all unfold. That kind of obedience challenges me to consider where I’ve heard God speak… and whether I’m walking in faith before I fully understand.
Dead Silence
In the stillness of disappointment, I found a whisper.
After wrestling with unanswered prayers and the ache of doubt, I wrote Dead Silence — a poem that traces the journey from lost belief to quiet restoration. This post reflects on that moment when fear grows loud… and God’s whisper gently overcomes it.
The Waiting Field
In the middle of rushing to be somewhere important, I stumbled upon a field of dandelions—thousands of them, swaying in the wind. I didn’t have time to stop, but the moment stayed with me. This is a reflection on the beauty of waiting, the things we almost miss, and the quiet hope in what comes next.
Get yourself a new heart
Going, Asking, Finding
This post is about navigating grief, depression, and the quiet process of healing. It’s a reflection on how beauty shows up in small, often overlooked details—and how noticing those moments can begin to restore us. There’s meaning in the middle, if we’re willing to slow down and listen.
Remember.
Some gifts are held so tightly they break. In this post, I share a moment of discovering that holding too tightly to a gift can sometimes lead to shattered pieces on the ground.
Picture Day
The Waiting Room
The Unwritten
Facing Christmas.
Nothing Else
It’s Father’s Day
Chasing Bluebirds.
I believe we learn by asking questions together and in the asking, we discover what we, individually, need to learn.
For me, writing is a way of discovery. I feel led to share my thoughts to encourage others to maybe see life and faith through a different lens.
This site is created to provide a safe environment for a community of discovery. Questions live here and some answers, but mainly it’s a place to be a part of life’s beautiful quest for knowledge and connection.
~Michele Terry
If these reflections speak to you, I’d love to stay connected.