Carra Carr: Finding True North - Part 2

September 8, 2020

A Promise for the Bereft

Last week, when I sat down to write, I started crying instead. With each new headline, with each new horror descending on our country and world, with each new hate-filled comment spewed from people I know and love, with each new challenge thrown at our family, I felt utterly defeated by hopelessness.

August 25, 2020

Brokenness Is Not the Destination

About seven or eight years ago I was scrolling through my Facebook news feed when I came across a post with beautiful images of pottery. What struck me was that these pieces were ordinary—even plain—plates, glasses, and bowls, yet they all had gold or silver lines spider-webbing around them. I was struck by the contrast.

August 18, 2020

A Thing About Brokenness

Last Saturday Brian took the boys outside so I could get some needed paperwork done. As I rifled through our bills, trying to get a handle on our financial situation, I realized I had made a huge mistake.

August 11, 2020

The Constant Crossroad

I watched the waves crashing against the beach, tequila burning its way down my throat. The sky stretched out in an expanse of orange and pink as the sun slowly sank beyond the horizon.

August 4, 2020

Intermission: Family First

This last week my family needed everything I had. And I needed them. There are just some weeks when you have to pull in, tune out, and tend to the most important ministry you’ll ever have: your family.

July 29, 2020

When We Worship Our Pain

The snow crunched under my shoes as I quickly made my way across campus. I was trying not to be late for the office session with the professor I was a TA for.

July 21, 2020

Owning Your Darkness

“Excuse me?” My tone was a little angry, a little bewildered. Jane, my therapist, gave me a long, thoughtful look. “I asked what you could own…

July 14, 2020

The Sound of Light

The nurse kept up a light-hearted chatter as she checked my pulse and blood pressure in the doctor’s office. I stared at the floor, eyes red-rimmed and puffy, answering only when needed.

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July 7, 2020

Intermission

I’ve written a lot the last two weeks. It’s been hard work—soul work. And as I sit here, trying to shape it into something to share, I’m seeing that all this all writing, it’s just for me. At least for now.

June 30, 2020

And This Is Grace

I sat at my dining room table in our comfy blue chairs. I sat at my desk tucked away in the loft. I sat…