Author: Breanna Lane

Lent. Not to be confused with "lint." Over the years, this term has become very real in my heart. Before I delve into that, it is wise to get an understanding of what Lent is from a scholarly standpoint (and by scholarly, I mean Wikipedia): "During Lent, many of the faithful commit to fasting or… Continue reading Lent: Undivided Intentionality →

Lying awake this morning, I kept thinking of His tides. This is how He reminds me...

Whenever a new year rolls around, I begin to feel that pressure to pursue some unrealistic resolution(s). There is only one distinct time that I recall an expectation for myself that year, and it was the only one that has proven to be a reality. (It also took way more than a year, but I… Continue reading (Realistic) Resolutions for 2013 →

In rounding out this year, in all its un-welcomed, unforeseen circumstances, I want to walk out of the closing doors with a thankful heart. To be completely vulnerable, I'm in a mood to list all that has malfunctioned in this machine of a year, but that would be too easy. There is a chance that… Continue reading Jars & Joy →

You should have seen me four years ago today. I was walking around with some two-day old depression and a hold on my tongue like never before. I figured it was best to just keep my mouth shut after the candidate that I invested my energies into just lost the election. The McCain/Palin bus came… Continue reading Voting Recovery & Reconciliation →

Pan out. Looking down. I'm standing on Madison St. downtown. There is no movement but my own. I find and see stillness of all but those with signs or cups or both. I see open hands and upward stares. This is an image I received one night when I was talking with God. I've wondered… Continue reading “In them you will find Me.” →

"Sit. It's totally fine." "I don't know. Are you sure? It's a large table. It's only myself..." He extends his arm as if I'm being ushered into a ballroom. I sit. Minutes pass. I open my book. "May I?" "Yes! Yes, of course, yes!" He sits down. I assume he's older than my grandfather who… Continue reading The Large Table →

I've been thinking a lot about the concept of surrender. I don't believe I've ever really had a firm grasp on what it means to surrender something - whether a tangible something or a collection of thoughts that have gathered and seem much too overwhelming to sort anymore. But I am learning. I am learning… Continue reading Whatever-it-may-be, wherever-it-may-be →

As many of you may know (give or take 230 people specifically), I love Instagram. In fact, I not only love Instagram, I love the art of photography as a whole. Whether I am shooting behind my Canon Rebel or I am tapping my iPhone screen for focus - I just love taking a good photo.… Continue reading Instagram & Affirmation →