What actually happens in spiritual direction?

What if you had an hour where no one tried to fix you, but simply helped you notice God?

I often get asked what actually happens in spiritual direction. It’s a wonderful question because spiritual direction is one of those things that’s difficult to explain until you’ve experienced it for yourself.

So instead of trying to capture the whole experience in words, here are a few things that make spiritual direction unique:

1. There’s no advice.

This is often the biggest surprise. My role isn’t to tell you what to do or help you solve a problem. Instead, I help you notice God’s presence in your life and listen more deeply for God's invitation.

2. Everything comes back to your relationship with God.

You can bring anything into spiritual direction, work, relationships, grief, joy, questions, or doubt. Whatever we talk about, we keep asking: Where is God in this? What might God be inviting you to notice?

3. Silence is part of the conversation.

We don't rush to fill every quiet moment. Silence isn't awkward; it's sacred. Together we make room to listen, not just to one another, but to the Holy Spirit.

4. You don't have to perform.

You don't need a polished story, a clear goal, or even the right words. You can come tired, hopeful, confused, joyful, numb, or grieving. You simply bring your honest self.

5. It's slow on purpose.

Our world values quick answers and constant productivity. Spiritual direction invites you to slow down, pay attention, and trust that God often works gently over time.

6. The Holy Spirit is the true director.

I'm not the expert on your relationship with God. I simply walk alongside you, trusting that God is already at work and helping you notice what may already be unfolding.

7. People often leave feeling lighter.

Not because everything has been fixed, but because they've remembered what is true: they are seen, deeply loved, and never alone. Sometimes that reminder changes everything.

Ultimately, spiritual direction isn't about fixing your life or finding all the answers. It's about noticing where God is present, how He may be inviting you to responhow deeply you are loved.

If you've ever been curious about spiritual direction, I'd love to answer your questions. It is one of the gentlest, most life-giving practices I know, and it's a privilege to hold this kind of sacred space with others.

maybe you are creative…

Roughly every month, I share the story of someone who creates and plays as a way of joining God in His creative nature. Sometimes it's an artist. Sometimes it's someone making something with their hands. Other times it's someone finding joy in a hobby or simply paying attention to the world around them.

Then I usually ask people on Instagram how they create and play.

Or I'll share one of my watercolors or a craft I'm working on, and almost without fail, someone responds with the same sentence:

"I wish I were creative." Or some version of that sentiment.

Usually I tell them they probably mean they aren't artistic. Those aren't the same thing. Because truthfully, I believe everyone is creative in some way. (I also happen to think natural talent is a bit overrated. Most people simply become good at the things they enjoy doing and practice over time.)

So last month I decided it was time to introduce a new definition of creativity. Technically, creativity means having the ability to create. But what if we expanded our understanding of what it means to create? What if creativity wasn't only about producing art or making something beautiful? What if it was more about the way we engage with the world?

The more I've thought about it, the more I think creativity is a kind of call and response.

First, we receive.

We notice something that moves us, or a problem that needs solving, or an idea we can't stop thinking about.

Then we respond.

Maybe we paint it. Maybe we build something. Maybe we ask another question. Maybe we plant a garden, bake bread, learn calligraphy, or simply stop long enough to wonder.

Creativity begins with paying attention.

It starts by receiving the world as a gift and responding to it with curiosity, imagination, and care. That's why I don't think creativity is only for artists.

The more I've thought about it, the more I've landed on this definition:

Creativity is our response to God's world through noticing, wondering, exploring, and making.

When we define creativity this way, suddenly so many more people get to participate! Maybe that's what creativity has always been: not creating from nothing (that belongs to God alone) but responding to what He has already made. Maybe creativity isn't reserved for a gifted few. Maybe it's simply part of what it means to be human.

A Simple Examen

As you end your day, spend a few quiet minutes with Jesus.

• Jesus, what did You invite me to notice today?

• What filled me with wonder?

• Where did I explore or discover something new?

• How did I respond to the gifts You placed in front of me?

• What did I make, build, or contribute today?

• Where did I sense Your delight as I created or played?

• What am I most grateful for today?

Perhaps you've been more creative than you realized.

The Tower of Pentecost

The godly play story for Pentecost has some powerful imagery. I used the story a couple weeks ago in Sunday school for 3 boys (it was a light Sunday), two boys age 8, one boy aged 12. The story starts with building blocks (this felt appropriate for 3 boys!) and as I was speaking, I was building a tower. But the tower is a bit precarious!

There was once a great tower. Everyone working on the tower spoke the same language and worked together. But as the tower grew taller and taller, they began to talk in different ways. The tower came close to God, but the people forgot why they were building it. They grew so proud of themselves that they began to think they were greater builders than God. Each group thought it was better than any of the others. They stopped working together.

At this point, I placed the final block. The tower wobbled for a moment and then crashed down with a loud clatter.

Soon the tower fell down, so it was called the “Tower of Babel.” The language of the people of the earth was shattered. It broke into splinters. Each one was beautiful, but it was broken.

The story goes on to talk about Jesus and his disciples and his last days on earth and then his ascension. At the end of the story, when we started to talk about the Holy Spirit coming, I decided to add something to the story! I thought it might be fun to show the tower being built again, only this time, the tower is completely stable. So while I spoke, I built it again:

They were so excited that people wondered what was going on. There were people there from many different countries. They spoke many different languages, but everyone could understand what they were saying. Everyone could see that the Twelve had come close to God—and God had come close to them—in a new way.

During that last sentence, I indicated the strong tower, the idea that God had redeemed Babel and through His Holy God made a new way for us to draw close to him and, through the Spirit, to one another.

At the end, when I asked about their favorite parts, one of the boys (who has spent the year telling me how much he doesn’t like godly play) (ok, it was my son) said:

I liked how the tower was unstable when the people tried to reach God in their own strength, but it was stable and strong when the Holy Spirit gave us a new way to be with God.

My friends, I was blown away, and not just because it was my kid! This is the power of story. If I had said to my son, “God gave us a way to meet with God that is so much better than anything we could do in our human strength” it would have had much less impact. My son didn't just repeat something I had told him. He made a connection for himself. The image of the tower stayed with him long enough for him to notice the contrast between Babel and Pentecost. He discovered the meaning rather than being handed an explanation.

Story gives us room to wonder. It lets us enter the mystery instead of rushing to explain it. Sometimes a falling tower can teach more than a hundred carefully chosen words.

So once again I think maybe this is what Jesus meant when he spoke about becoming like children. Children are often less interested in mastering a lesson than in entering it. They are willing to sit with a story, play with it, notice its patterns, and discover meaning for themselves, even a 12-year-old preteen!

As adults, we can be tempted to rush toward explanations. But the spiritual life often grows through attention rather than certainty. Perhaps this week, think about what story, image, or ordinary object might God be using to get your attention? And what might happen if, instead of trying to figure it out right away, you approached it with the curiosity of a child and simply wondered?

How do you create + play? Interview with Audrey

This interview is a special one because today we get to hear from a teenager who is very special to me. She is someone who has taught me to create just for the fun of it, to play with different mediums, to take chances, and to keep going. I've never seen someone develop a style that is so distinctly her own and then continue to work at it, allowing it to grow and evolve while still remaining uniquely hers.

But beyond all of that, she reminds me of something I am often learning: children have much to teach us about how to play, create, and approach God.

As she shares about drawing favorite characters, trying new artistic mediums, and reconnecting with her inner child through watercolor, we are invited to consider how creating helps us notice who we are, what we love, and the ways God quietly meets us there.

What do you like to create? What brings you back to creating so often?

My favorite way to create is through drawing, especially drawing people, though I really enjoy drawing anything. I've spent years, from the time I was a little kid until now as a 15-year-old, developing my own unique style.

What usually brings me back to creating is a good character. Whether they're from a movie, book, video game, or TV show, I often become attached to a favorite character. The way I express my appreciation for that character is by drawing them.

What happens in you when you're creating? What do you notice, feel, or pay attention to?

When I'm creating, I notice that I feel content. I don't need to be anything more than I am in those moments. I can simply use the talent I have right now without feeling like I need to improve for myself or anyone else.

Do you ever create in a community? If so, what happens when you are creating with someone else?

I mostly create by myself as a way of expressing my thoughts, but I also take art classes at school. More than anything, those classes have helped bring me out of my comfort zone and encouraged me to try new mediums, subjects, and techniques.

Has creating ever helped you slow down, notice beauty, or connect with something bigger than yourself?

I think creating helps me connect with my innermost self more than anything else. My drawings are some of the rawest expressions of who I am. They show my interests, the things I love, and even things I sometimes struggle to understand or control.

One of my favorite parts of creating is connecting with my inner child. When I watercolor, I often feel like a little kid again, simply trying to make a beautiful picture with hands that may not have practiced enough. There's something freeing about that.

If you can imagine Jesus sitting with you while you create, what do you think he is doing, saying, or thinking?

I don't think Jesus necessarily says anything when He's with me. Instead, I think He uses my art to reveal deeper meanings and show me different parts of His grace and beauty.

I also think He's the source of that feeling of contentment I mentioned earlier. He helps me know that I don't need to be anything else in those moments. I can simply be myself.

Creative and generous God, thank you for planting your creativity in us, so that when we create we can feel closer to you and your delight in us. Bless Audrey, that every time she creates just for love of creating, she would feel your delight in her. May the people who receive her beautiful gifts, feel not only her love, but yours as well. Help her to feel your delight in her as she creates.

Attention, Surrender, and the Life we Have

I worry that by using the term “make space” I’m portraying a false idea that the way to the abundant life with God is to somehow just carve out time for ourselves and for God during the day. Yes, I do encourage setting aside time to be creative and to play so that hopefully, bit by bit, our perspectives shift to begin to see the abundance that was already there.

But abundance is not something we can simply carve out time for. That is an exhausting and unfulfilling road. This month I wanted to say “make space for abundance,” but that’s wrong. We don’t make space for abundance. The abundance is already a given. God has already filled our lives with His presence, goodness, beauty, and love. What we do every month is make space to notice that abundance by recognizing beauty, practicing hospitality, releasing certain expectations, and so many more things that I’ve talked about on here.

I can give you tips and tricks and creative prompts and prayers and examens, and all of that, added up over a long period of time, might help us slowly shift our attention. But none of those things create abundance. At their best, they help us notice what God is already doing and receive what He is already giving.

God has promised us an abundant life, but so often we wonder where it is. We continue to strive and strive and wonder why God has let us down. Our attention is so focused on our to-do lists, our plans, our worries, and all the things we think we need to accomplish that it is no longer focused on God and how He might actually want us to live.

Where we place our attention matters. Are we paying attention to God’s abundance? Can we stop wherever we are, in whatever we are doing, and notice God’s abundance all around us?

If it were as simple as deciding to pay attention, we would probably all be doing it already. Most of us know what it feels like to catch glimpses of God's abundance one moment and then lose sight of it the next. We know what it is like to want to notice more deeply and yet find ourselves distracted, anxious, striving, or simply asleep to what God is doing.

So what can we do to be able to really, really notice?

And that right there is the problem.

There is nothing we can do to manufacture it, because it is the work of the Holy Spirit in our lives. It is grace from beginning to end. Even our ability to notice is a gift. Not to say the practices are meaningless, but they are not the source. In our humanness, we think it would be easier to just do a few creative prompts and suddenly become aware of the abundance all around us. We want a formula, a checklist, or something we can control.

But the only way to even notice the abundant life of God is path of surrender. It feels hard because surrender always does. It requires us to let go of our striving, our plans, and the illusion that we can somehow create the life we are longing for. Maybe before we ask whether we can notice God’s abundance, we have to ask something simpler: can we receive the life we actually have right now, without resisting it or wishing it were different? And from that place, can we begin to notice God’s abundance already here, in the very life we are living?

When we do surrender, our attention slowly begins to shift. This is where those good spiritual practices come in. We begin to make space in new ways, and over time we find ourselves noticing God’s abundance where we couldn’t see it before. Life may not have changed, but our eyes are more open to His presence, goodness, beauty, and love.

So try the creative prompts. Carve out time for attention and reflection with God. But hold them gently, not as a formula or something that you can fail and will bring shame, and not as something that will force clarity. They are simply ways of making space to receive what is already being given.

Joy and Grief

I’m beginning to realize that joy has a lot to do with attention. There’s an invitation in Philippians to think about what is true, honorable, right, pure, lovely, and admirable. Not as a way of ignoring reality, but as a way of anchoring ourselves in what is still good and still real. And I think that’s where joy grows. Not because hard things suddenly disappear, but because they stop being the only thing filling our vision.

There is still a kind of choosing involved, but not in the sense of “I will force myself to feel joyful.” It’s more like: I will stay open to goodness and beauty and will keep returning my attention to what is true.

And at the same time, I’m learning that joy isn’t something I manufacture by sheer effort. Scripture calls it a fruit of the Holy Spirit, which means it grows from connection to God, not just our human determination. That matters, because there are seasons when joy feels far away, especially when life is exhausting or grief is heavy or for some reason we feel numb. In those moments, it’s easy to assume something is wrong with us spiritually.

But I don’t think the absence of strong feelings means the absence of joy. Sometimes joy looks less like exuberance and more like allowing ourselves to stay soft to the Spirit, even when it would be easier to harden ourselves.

Joy and grief are not opposites competing for space. Joy doesn’t ignore grief, but it does refuse to let grief define everything.

If you’re looking for practical, everyday ways to actually make space for joy, I wrote more about that here. (link to Post 1)

But underneath all of it, this is what I’m holding onto: I can’t force joy to appear, but I can make space for it, surrendering to the work of the Holy Spirit. I can pay attention to what is still good and true and I can trust that even small moments of joy are worth noticing.

How do you create + play? Interview with Jane J.

There is something deeply comforting about watching hands create slowly and attentively. Yarn moving through fingers, stitches forming one by one, something beautiful growing almost unnoticed over time.

In this interview, I heard from a knitter whose creative practice began beside her grandmother and has continued through many different seasons of life. What emerges through her story is more than simply a hobby. Knitting has become a rhythm of peace, prayer, connection, and care; a way of slowing down enough to notice beauty and lovingly create for others.

Her reflections remind us that creativity doesn’t need to be perfect to be meaningful. Sometimes the simplest acts of making become quiet expressions of love, presence, and grace.

What first drew you to knitting and what keeps you coming back to it now?

What first drew me to knitting was watching my grandmother knit. She was an avid knitter who made beautiful sweaters, blankets, mittens, and scarves. She even knitted all of our family’s Christmas stockings. I loved sitting with her while she knitted. We would have sweet talks, and she could carry on a conversation and knit without skipping a beat.

My mom knitted a little too, and one summer when I was bored, I decided I wanted to learn. I made a very interesting scarf, but I was proud of myself. There is something so fulfilling about taking yarn and two knitting needles and creating something special for someone. There are seasons when I don’t knit at all, and other seasons when I can’t put it down.

What happens in you when you’re knitting? What do you notice, feel, or pay attention to?

I feel so relaxed when I’m knitting. It brings me such joy. I notice that I breathe easier, and it helps me release some of the tension from the day. It feels good to keep my hands busy, concentrate on the pattern, and quiet some of the noise in my head.

I especially love making prayer shawls and baby blankets. When I’m working on those, I feel so much peace and joy as I pray specifically for the person or baby receiving them. I notice that I feel closer to God. It feels like a privilege to pray for others in such a special way.

Do you ever create in community? If so, what happens when you are creating with someone else?

In the past, I’ve been part of a crafting community where we would gather together, bring the projects we were working on, sit in a circle, and share. It was wonderful to see what others were making and to share my knitting with them as well. Creating together draws us closer through a shared joy.

Has knitting ever helped you slow down, notice beauty, or connect with something bigger than yourself?

Knitting helps me slow down and relax. I find a comfy spot to sit and knit, and I notice the beauty of the yarn — the colors, the softness, and the texture.

I also feel connected to something bigger than myself. Many of the things I make are given to people I love and pray for regularly. It is sweet to know they are blessed by the finished piece as much as I am blessed while making it.

If you can imagine Jesus sitting with you while you are knitting, what do you think he is doing/saying/thinking?

I can imagine Jesus sitting with me and being pleased that I am doing something I love. I think He is happy that I’m using my talents to help others feel loved and cared for. A prayer shawl is like receiving a big hug. I feel Jesus with me while I knit.

I often think how special it would have been to sit at the feet of Jesus and knit Him a scarf or a hat.

What would you say to someone who wishes they could create like that, but doesn’t know where to start?

I would say, “I have some knitting needles and plenty of yarn — I’ll help you get started.” I would encourage them to begin with something simple and slowly work up to more challenging projects.

I would also tell them that the pieces don’t have to be perfect. There are things I’ve made where I chose not to go back and fix every mistake because they remind me that I’m not perfect, and God still loves me. It’s a wonderful lesson in being humble while also being proud of what you’ve created.

Creative and generous God, thank you for planting your creativity in us, so that when we create we can feel closer to you and your delight in us. Bless Jane, that with each stitch, she would feel your peace and your love for her. May the people who receive her beautiful gifts, feel not only her love, but yours as well. Help her to feel your delight in her as she creates.

Making Space for Joy (When It Keeps Getting Crowded Out)

I keep coming back to this question: is joy something we make space for, or is it something that comes when we finally make space? Because joy can feel strangely elusive. I don’t think it’s because joy itself is rare; I think maybe it’s because of how we live. Our attention pulled in a dozen different directions. And joy gets quietly pushed to the side.

When I look at the moments I actually recognize that it’s there (steady, grounded joy, not just quick happiness) they almost always come from a certain kind of space or attention. Space for nature, for creating something with my hands, for quiet or laughter. Space to that makes my heart soft and space to listen for the Holy Spirit instead of powering through my own agenda.

That kind of space doesn’t happen accidentally.

And if I’m honest, there are things that crowd it out:
-scrolling without noticing how long I’ve been there
-saying yes to one more thing when I’m already stretched
-living slightly rushed all day
-letting comparison run quietly in the background

If I don’t name those, I’ll just keep wondering “where is the joy?” when I haven’t given myself time to actually notice it.

Making space for joy is often less about adding something new and more about gently redirecting my attention: choosing what I return to, what I notice, what I let fill my mind.

And then, instead of waiting for the feeling of joy, I start with small actions that tend to make room for it:

• sitting in a hammock or on a swing and letting myself slow down

• walking barefoot in the grass and noticing what’s actually around me

• doing a simple creative prompt without trying to make it good

• going on a nature scavenger hunt

• stopping to play with an animal instead of rushing past

• bringing a small, spontaneous gift to someone

• meeting a life-giving friend for coffee and staying present

• putting on music I love and actually listening

• dancing in my kitchen in a completely unpolished way

• making something that could honestly be called “ugly art” and letting that be enough

None of these guarantee joy. That’s not the point. But they do create space for it.

I’m also learning that joy isn’t something I can force. It’s something that grows the more I take time to notice. My role is to pay attention to what I’m participating in, and to make room for the kinds of things where joy tends to show up.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot the past few days and there is more to say. But for now, this is what I’m holding onto: I can’t force joy to appear but I can make space for it. And more often than I expect, when I do, I find that it was already closer than I thought.

Contemplative Play Is Part of Our Christian Calling

It can feel a little strange to talk about play in the context of our faith, especially when most of us have been formed to think of prayer, Scripture, service, and obedience as the core of our spiritual lives, while anything that looks like play can seem optional at best. Or, at worst, like a distraction from what really matters.

But I think perhaps we’ve drawn that line in the wrong place.

Because from the very beginning in Genesis 1, we are not introduced as people whose primary purpose is to produce or perform, but as image-bearers placed in a world that God repeatedly calls good, invited to live within it with attentiveness, care, and, yes, a kind of enjoyment that reflects His own delight.

And when Jesus invites us to “abide” in John 15, he isn’t adding another spiritual task to our list so much as describing the kind of relationship we are meant to live inside. A life of remaining, of staying connected, of being with Him rather than constantly doing for Him.

This is where contemplative play begins to feel less like an extra practice and more like a natural expression of that kind of life.

Because when we slow down enough to notice what’s in front of us, when we engage with simple materials or creative prompts without pressure to produce something impressive, and when we allow ourselves to be present to the moment instead of managing or measuring it, we are quietly practicing the very thing Jesus invites us into: a life of being with God.

In that sense, contemplative play isn’t separate from obedience, though it may not look like the kind of obedience we’re used to measuring; it’s a way of responding to God’s invitation to remain, to pay attention, and to receive, which are all threads that run deeply through Scripture but are easy to overlook in a life that is constantly oriented toward output.

Even Jesus’ words in Matthew 18 about becoming like children begin to take on a different weight here, because he is not calling us toward immaturity, but toward a posture of openness, trust, curiosity, and presence, qualities that come quite naturally in play, and that contemplative practices can gently help us recover.

So while I wouldn’t call contemplative play a “duty” in the sense of something we are required to perform for God, I do think it belongs much closer to the center of our lives than we often assume, because it forms in us the kind of attentiveness and receptivity that make a life with God possible in the first place.

It becomes, in its own quiet way, an act of worship, not because we are trying to make it one, but because delight, attention, and presence are already fitting responses to a God who is always with us.

And maybe most freeing of all is this: even when we are not consciously thinking about God every moment, even when what we are doing feels simple or ordinary or unremarkable, something real is still happening beneath the surface, as we learn, slowly and gently, how to live as people who are with Him.

How do you create+play? Interview with Walter W.

Poetry is often thought of as something polished or public, something we share once it’s fully formed. But for many, it begins much more quietly than that. It begins as a way of noticing, of processing, of speaking when words feel too heavy or too small.

In this interview, I heard from someone whose relationship with poetry has moved through seasons, from private expression, to silence, and back again into a form of creative language that feels deeply connected to presence, beauty, and God’s nearness. What emerged is a picture of creativity not as performance, but as communion, a way of seeing more clearly and listening more deeply.

His reflections invite us to consider that creativity is not only about what we produce, but about how it shapes our attention, our awareness, and our willingness to be present to what is already here.

What first drew you to poetry and what keeps you coming back to it now?

I started writing poetry in college as a way of expressing myself. My home was one in which the less you said out loud, the better, and I was not a reader or a writer. But college, the freedom to do things, and the expectation to talk, both began to open me and terrify me. Poetry was my way of talking without opening my mouth, which was my preferred way of communicating. But it was also a dark time for me, so my poetry was dark, evil, and suicidal. But it was a way of releasing venom without doing harm.

In my 30’s I destroyed all my poetry and gave up writing. I was slowly becoming a Christian and felt my poetry was too dark and I wasn’t sure I could write. I also stopped drugs and drinking, so my life was going through massive change which kept me quite busy. But the chaos was very unsettling and though AA and therapy was helpful, I was still to afraid to let too much of my real self out, so I returned, first to journaling and then to poetry. At this point it was all strictly personal and only for myself.

It was fairly recently that I realized that I was a poet, not because I’ve published anything, which I haven’t, but because it’s become obvious that that’s the way I communicate most comfortably, it’s what I enjoy doing, and I often even think and take notes in verse. It’s some of the essence of who I am.

What happens in you when you’re writing? What do you notice, feel, or pay attention to?

I echo what Eric Liddell said, when I write poetry, I feel God’s pleasure. I have joy and peace. Perhaps for me it’s like speaking in tongues, praying in the language God gave me.

You sometimes rap your poems for others. What type of connection does that bring, if any?

I also love to sing and I think that’s also one of God’s languages. I love the image in one of the Narnia books where Aslan is singing creation into being, I can definitely imagine God doing that. The ancient peoples sang, the ancient Jews wrote songs called psalms, Christians have always written hymns, so singing is built into us.

It is not too far a jump from Gregorian chant or Catholic priests “singing” the liturgy as they did when I was growing up (and some still do, the priest at St. Brigid’s did last month), or Jewish cantors, to see rap as a more culturally up-to-date way of expression. There are Christian rappers and hip-hop singers, modern day psalmists if you will, that express Christianity in a way that non-believers might listen to.

Has poetry ever helped you slow down, notice beauty, or connect with something bigger than yourself?

Always. I think that’s what poetry does. I don’t think I can write poetry without “seeing” things in greater detail than just in passing.

If you can imagine Jesus sitting with you while you write, what do you think he is doing/saying/thinking?

I think sometimes He gives me a word that I can’t quite find. I really thinks He enjoys watching me enjoy myself. That of course is not just me. Jesus loves to sit and watch each of His brothers and sisters peacefully enjoying themselves. As you know, it saddens Him to waste or bury our talents. And talents I think has more to do with enjoyment than other people paying to watch.

What would you say to someone who wishes they could create like that, but doesn’t know where to start?

Just start. If you have ideas or think in pictures, sit down and write. If you enjoy the formation of words and sentences and paragraphs, sit down and write them down. Write because it pleases God, not to please others. You may end up pleasing others as well but, I think, it’s between you and God. Poetry becomes poetry in a receptive ear and heart. In the English language anyway, ear is the center of heart, because an open heart hears another’s heart.

Creative and generous God, thank you for planting your creativity in us, so that when we create we can feel closer to you and your delight in us. Bless Walter, that whenever he puts pen to paper, he would find the words to express whatever is going on inside. And in those moments when he can’t even find the words, that he would find rest and comfort even in the trying. Help him to feel your delight and merriment in him and may this heart language of Walter’s always be a source of joy and peace.

You can read some of Walter’s poetry on Substack.

make space for delight

As I was reflecting on all my “make space” posts and how they connect to everything else I write about, I wanted to condense it down to one thing.

Sometimes we might think that to be a “good Christian,” we must always choose the hardest path, that the path of least resistance is a trap, that the narrow gate must only lead to a narrow road. But what if, through the narrow gate of surrender, we actually find a wide-open space?

Making space is just that: spacious. Time with God can be doing anything. Not everything that’s easy is life-giving, but delight has a way of opening us to God, not pulling us away. Every creative prompt, every practicing presence prompt, every examen, every contemplative play idea, every create-and-play interview, these are all ways to help you notice God in the everyday, in what you already delight in doing.

What I hope you learn from me is that making space might look different than the narrow path you’ve grown to believe it to be. And one of the most spacious, surprising ways we make room for God is through delight.

I’ve been reading a book by Gregory Boyle called Forgive Everyone Everything. He works closely with inmates and former gang members, people whose lives have often been marked by violence, loss, and survival. Which is why what he says about delight feels so surprising. You might expect someone in his position to talk mostly about repentance, or discipline, or the cost of transformation. And he does take those things seriously. But instead, he keeps returning to something much softer, almost disarming.

Listen to what he says about delight:

“Isaiah has God say: ‘Be glad forever and rejoice in what I create…for I create my people to be a delight.’ God thinking we’d enjoy ourselves. Delighting is what occupies God, and God’s hope is that we join in. That God’s joy may be in us, and this joy may be complete. We just happen to be God’s joy. That takes some getting used to.”

Maybe that’s why it’s so hard to make space for delight. Maybe we don’t actually believe that’s what God wants from us. Or that we could possibly be what God takes delight in. That we could be… enough, worth lingering over, loving, or even dying for.

I notice how easily I measure my days by productivity, or energy levels, or a clean house. How quickly I reach for productivity instead of delight. Even in my time with God, I want it to “count.” But what if today, making space looks like letting yourself enjoy something… without needing to justify it?

A year of making space

I’ve been posting for about a year now, and I’m honestly a little surprised I’ve kept it up, because self-discipline has never really been one of my strengths. At the beginning of every month for the past twelve months, I’ve written about making space in our lives, and I really cannot stress enough how imperfectly I live this out, even as I keep returning to it again and again.

But I crave it in my weary soul. I crave time alone with God, even if it’s just a breath, even if it’s just an hour in spiritual direction, even if it feels small or fleeting or not nearly enough. Maybe that’s why I keep writing about it, because it matters so much to me and I am, at the same time, so very bad at it.

And here we are again, at the beginning of another month, still circling back to the same thing.

Reaching the twelve-month mark did make me curious, though, because how could I possibly have found something new to say about making space for an entire year? So here is a little round-up of some of my “make space” posts, not just as a look back, but as a reminder (for you and for me) of the many small ways this can look. Honestly, part of me wants to just repost them all this year because what more is there to say? And yet, God keeps putting things on my heart. And even when it’s worded differently, it is still the same gentle invitation: our lives are fuller, more complete, more deeply rooted, when we put down the phone, loosen our grip on our busy-ness, and choose to make time with God a priority.

Here are some of the ways I’ve been learning (and failing, and trying again) to make space:

• Making space by noticing and slowing down: paying attention as a spiritual practice.

• Making space opens us to God’s abundance: seeing the world through God’s eyes, looking for beauty, freedom, and enoughness.

• Making space as prayer: wordless prayer and the daily examen.

• Making space can be simple, and you are allowed to take up space.

• Making space as holy hospitality: living open to God and others.

• Making space as releasing: letting go of what fills our time, energy, and attention.

• Making space as a priority of time: choosing it, protecting it.

• Making space is hard to do alone: the gift of spiritual direction.

You don’t have to do all of this. I’m not doing all of this. Most days, I’m barely doing any of it in a way that feels “right” or consistent or enough.

But you know what you need. You know when a few deep breaths will help you re-center, and you also know when it won’t even begin to touch the surface of what your soul is carrying. You know when you need a real pause, a longer stretch of quiet, an honest conversation with God, or space to be held and guided in spiritual direction.

Maybe making space today looks small, and maybe it doesn’t. Maybe it asks more of you than you want to give, or more than feels convenient or easy.

But I am slowly, imperfectly learning that the invitation is not just to squeeze God into the margins, but to actually make room: to choose it, to protect it, to let it be as big as it needs to be. And so we begin again, here at the start of another month, not trying to do it perfectly, but listening honestly for what we need, and trusting that God will meet us there.

Is this too simple?

one of my recent pages from my coloring journal

I sometimes wonder if what I’m doing is too simple. Play, story, attention. It can feel small compared to everything else people are doing to help others grow spiritually. It’s quiet work. Ordinary work. The kind that doesn’t always look impressive from the outside.

But the more I sit with it, the more I come back to this: the connection between play, story, and spiritual formation is real.

Jesus taught through story. He invited people to see and notice, to imagine and wonder their way into truth. Children, in the same way, learn through play. They explore, create, and make meaning with their whole selves. And somewhere in the middle of all that, attention is being formed, not just what we see, but how we see. Imagination softens us. It opens us. It teaches us to notice what we might otherwise miss.

This isn’t stretching theology or trying to make something fit that doesn’t belong. It’s embodying something that has been true all along. When we slow down with a story, when we create with our hands, when we give our attention to what’s right in front of us, we are participating in a way of being that is deeply rooted in how we were made.

We aren’t creating something new in those moments. We’re practicing noticing what has already been there.

It can be very simple to begin.

You might open a children’s book and read it slowly, paying attention to what stands out to you. Or sit down with a coloring page or a blank piece of paper and begin to create without rushing. As you do, you could gently ask:
What is God inviting me to notice here?
or
What feels important right now?

There’s no right answer to find. Just an invitation to pay attention.

God is trustworthy. God is not hiding, waiting for us to get it right or try hard enough. Attention does not change God; it changes us. It gently forms us over time, shaping the way we see and experience the world.

And these small, quiet practices, story, play, noticing, become a way of life. They train us to recognize grace not as something distant or rare, but as something already present, already given, already here.

Chapel Talk: Praying with our Imagination

Deacon Jan teaching Apostles’ Kids about communion.

This past week, I got to speak in chapel at a local Christian school—first with grades K–2 and then again with grades 3–5—and I decided to teach them about imaginative prayer. I told them that I didn’t learn how to do this until I was 40 (they gasped in horror!), but I actually think kids are much better at it than adults because they have such wonderful imaginations.

The same imagination that helps children enter a story or a game of pretend can also help them step into a Bible story and notice Jesus there.

At the end, we took it one small step further, and I said very quietly, “Now imagine Jesus noticing you. [pause] What do you think his face looks like when he sees you?”

The room was silent. The wiggling had stopped. In that moment, I could feel that they had fully entered in.

Then I asked, “Do you think he is smiling?”

With their eyes closed, they all nodded vigorously and said, “Yes!”

And I thought, Lord, help me to enter in just like that. To believe, with my whole heart, that you smile when you notice me in the crowd.

So here is what I told them, in case you’d like to try it at home.

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Sometimes people think prayer is only talking to God. And talking to God is definitely part of prayer! But prayer is actually three things.

Prayer is:

Talking to God,
Listening to God,
And being with God.

When we pray, we can do all three of those things. Sometimes we talk to God and tell him what we are thankful for or what we need. Sometimes we listen quietly. And sometimes we are just with God, knowing that he loves us.

Today I want to show you a way to pray that uses something God gave you that is very special: your imagination. Your imagination helps you picture things in your mind. When we read stories in the Bible, we can imagine being there in the story with Jesus.

Let’s try it together.

Imaginative Prayer

I’m going to read a short story about Jesus. While I read it, you can quietly imagine the story in your mind. You can close your eyes if you want, or just sit quietly. Imagine that you are there. You can be a character in the story or you can just be watching it happen from the side. As you are there, try to engage all your senses. What does it look like or smell like? How do you feel being there?

Read: Jesus Welcomes the Children

(Mark 10:13–16 or children’s Bible version*)

Now imagine the story again for just a moment and think about these questions quietly in your mind.

• Where are you in the story? Are you one of the children running to get to Jesus? Or are you one of the shyer ones waiting behind?

• Are you close to Jesus or farther away?

• What do you see around you?

Now this is the best part: imagine Jesus noticing you.

What do you think Jesus’ face looks like when he sees you?

What do you think it feels like to be welcomed by Jesus?

Now you can finish this kind of prayer by saying something to Jesus in your heart.

Closing

Prayer can be talking to God, listening to God, and being with God. And sometimes when we read Bible stories, we can imagine being there with Jesus and listening to Him in a new way.

Jesus, thank you that we can talk to you, listen to you, and be with you.
Thank you for welcoming us and loving us.
Help us notice you this week.
Amen.

*I used the story “A Wide and Wiggling Wall” from the Book of Belonging on page 219. This story worked perfectly, because they actually talk about children’s imaginations and include a few wondering questions.

How do you create + play? Interview with Ryan

Creativity doesn’t always begin with confidence or expertise. Sometimes it begins with noticing something we once loved sitting quietly in the back of a closet and deciding to pick it up again.

In this conversation, I spoke with someone who recently returned to playing guitar after many years away from it. What started as the simple desire to learn one beloved song became something more: a way to quiet the mind, unwind during stressful moments, and connect with emotions that are sometimes hard to name.

His reflections remind us that creativity doesn’t have to be polished or public to be meaningful. Sometimes the most important thing is simply making space for a small, steady practice. One that helps us slow down, listen, and reconnect with ourselves.

Do you remember how you first got into guitar?
I played (poorly) years ago, as a teenager. A year or so ago, I noticed my guitar case was collecting dust in the back of my closet, and I thought I should get it out. I think I also wanted to play a specific song: Oh My Sweet Carolina.

Why that song?
It’s one of my favorite songs. I am not the most emotionally-in-touch person (surprise!), so I wonder if there is some aspect of melancholy in music that I find myself able to connect with more easily than other emotions. As for the song itself, it is beautiful in the way it expresses a longing for the loss of innocence and simplicity.

What happens in you when you play?
My brain gets quiet. There’s something interesting about how, in focusing on the mechanical execution of playing, other things in my head become muted.

Do you ever imagine playing in community?
The idea of making music with other people is appealing. I don’t really have the skill level required right now, but I’d be interested, if I could.

Does playing help you unwind?
Yes. I often find myself getting my guitar out when I’m stressed or emotionally unsettled. It’s calming in a way that I’m not sure I can describe.

Creative and generous God, thank you for planting your creativity in us, so that when we create we can feel closer to you and your delight in us. Bless Ryan, that whenever he reaches for his guitar, he would continue to be enveloped by calm and peace that can only be from your own Spirit. That with every chord he masters, he would find more and more delight in this creative practice and sense more of your delight in Him, just as He is. May the hiddenness of this act of play be an offering of worship from his heart to yours.

A Prayer for Making Space

Father, generous Host,
You have made room for us in Your heart and at Your table.
Teach us how to make room in our own lives.

Jesus, gentle Savior,
You stepped away to pray and returned with compassion.
Shape our hurried hearts into hearts that are present and attentive.

Holy Spirit, breath of peace,
quiet what is crowded within us.
Loosen what we cling to.
Create in us a spaciousness where love can grow.

Triune God,
may the margin we keep become holy ground,
a place where You dwell
and where others are truly welcomed.

Amen.

A Lenten Examen: Releasing and Returning

Begin by becoming still.
Take a slow breath. Remember that you are held in the presence of Jesus Christ, who meets you with mercy, not disappointment.

1. Notice the day
Where today did you feel drawn toward God?
Where did you feel distracted, hurried, or pulled away from him?

2. Consider what you are holding
Lent invites us to release the things we think we need —
the habits, comforts, distractions, or even good things
that quietly take our time, energy, and attention.

What feels heavy in your hands right now?
What might God be inviting you to loosen your grip on?

3. Ask for help
Speak honestly with Jesus about what you want to release.
Tell him where you feel resistant, tired, or unsure.
Ask him to help you open your hands.

4. Notice your need
Where did you struggle today?
Where did you fall short of what you hoped Lent would be?

Do not rush past this.
Let your weakness remind you that you need a Savior.
Let it point you back to grace.

5. Receive mercy
Jesus does not wait for you to succeed at Lent.
He meets you in your need.

Sit for a moment and receive his forgiveness, his presence, and his love.

6. Return with hope
Ask for the grace to follow him tomorrow —
not perfectly, but faithfully, one small step at a time.

Amen.

Bearing Witness as a Holy Calling

Yesterday I talked about how sharing parts of my story can be a way of asking you to bear witness to what God has done. I want to talk about what God has done and I want others to see what God has done, not as a point of pride, but because it’s so exciting and good. And bearing witness to that is holy work. I want to bear witness to what God has done and is doing in you, too (this is so much of what spiritual direction is).

Why is bearing witness such a holy calling?

• Because it mirrors how God relates to us.
  God doesn’t just act, He reveals. From the naming of creation in Genesis to the sending of disciples in Acts, God’s work is meant to be seen and told. Bearing witness means we participate in that same pattern: God moves, people notice, people tell.

• Because witness tells the truth without trying to control the outcome.
  A witness doesn’t argue or perform. A witness simply says, this is what I’ve seen God do. The Gospel of John uses this language over and over; testimony lets truth shine without forcing it.

• Because witness honors the dignity and freedom of others.
  When we bear witness, we trust the Holy Spirit to work. We’re not trying to manage someone’s response. We’re simply sharing what is real and leaving space for God to move.

• Because it’s how resurrection keeps traveling through the world.
  The Church didn’t grow because people had perfect explanations. It grew because ordinary people told what they had seen, heard, and experienced of Jesus Christ. That’s still how faith spreads: through lived stories.

• Because witness requires vulnerability.
  To bear witness is to let your life be evidence of God’s life, which can be scary. It means naming where you’ve been changed, where you’ve been carried, where grace has found you. That kind of truth-telling is sacred ground.

Bearing witness isn’t flashy work. It’s quiet, relational, and deeply holy. And when we do it for one another (noticing where God is moving, naming grace out loud, holding each other’s stories with reverence) we become part of how God keeps revealing love in the world.