Tanara McCauley

Culturally Imagined Stories

Tag: encouragement

  • Beautiful

    A woman had a dream. She walked for miles through fields and deserts, grasslands and marshes, following the sun. It warmed her face and shined in her eyes, making her squint as she journeyed. She pushed aside tall stalks of wheat, trudged through wet sand. She strained her thighs up steep mountainsides. In every place…

  • Let It Burn!

    “And let us consider one another in order to stir up love and good works…exhorting one another, and so much the more as you see the Day approaching.” ~Hebrews 10:24-25 The year’s almost half gone. Of all my goals for 2015, the one I’ve shirked the most is my resolution to exercise regularly. I could try…

  • A Wrecked Perspective

    “In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.” ~ 1 Thessalonians 5:18 Recently, on a day like any other, my three kids and I set out for an evening of gymnastics and Kenpo practice, with a potential coffee stop squeezed in. The smell of mint wafted from…

  • Have You Leapt Yet?

    Nothing is more disastrous than to study faith, analyze faith, make noble reservations of faith, but never actually to make the leap of faith. -Vance Havner So the question is: have you leapt yet?

  • O Death, Where is Your Sting!

    These past twelve months have seen their share of trouble. In the circles of my family and nearest my family we’ve endured several trials and losses, from serious illness diagnoses to organ transplants to multiple unexpected deaths. Tomorrow we bury another loved one, a beautiful soul who was like a fourth sister in our close…

  • The Value of Grace

    Value A: I know I’m not perfect So why even try? Don’t want too much Jesus Just some of his pie And you there, don’t judge me Hold onto that stone Who made you my keeper? My life is my own I’m free now, He said it I’ll live as I choose Your talk about…

  • Two Are Better…

    Tears are never as bleak when there is someone to wipe them away…

  • Remember (A Song)

    Let Me Clarify: I’ve never considered myself a songwriter. Not officially anyway. Sure I sing songs – louder and more ambitiously than I’ll ever be capable of doing well – in the safety of my home’s four walls. And if I particularly like one, or seven, or thirty, I’ll write them down. It’s a form…