Lindsay L. O'Connor

My Mother’s SongIn a world where shame all but screams,“Not enough! Not enough!”I hear a Holy whisper say,“Maybe there is more.”We say we trust and hope,but our clenched fists give us away.We’ve been told for so long,in so many ways,the lie of “Not enough.”Scarcity chases us into survival modebegetting competition and hierarchy,suspicion, self-protection,and grasping for…

Happy Loving Day! 🎉🎉🎉 Loving Day is June 12, the anniversary of the 1967 Supreme Court decision (Richard and Mildred) Loving v. Virginia, which struck down all laws against interracial marriage in the U.S. At the time, 16 states had such laws. In celebration, I’m sharing children’s books with multiracial families. If you want to…

When I’m with the trees, they never make me feel inadequate.Some of them have been there, bearing witness to all my joys and hurts, for over a decade.We’ve grown together.They remind me that seasons changeand that what I thought was deadis sometimes resurrected.They teach me about weathering stormsand how a tough exteriorforcefully pulled off by…

I’m not a songwriter, but a few weeks ago, I wrote this song. I was waiting for news from a very important doctor appointment for someone whom I love so much, it hurts. I was beside myself with anxiety. I couldn’t think straight or get anything done, so I stepped outside and paid attention to…

Everyone I know is exhausted. We are all tired, but perhaps rest can bring different benefits based on our particular personalities. I wanted to share these nine Enneagram number-specific invitations to rest that can be used as meditations. Peace be with you. OneRest & hear the truer voice call you “good.” TwoRest & see how…

Content warning: miscarriage Resurrection is messy. In my evangelical Christian upbringing, I learned that Easter is a time to celebrate, but I never heard anyone talk about the complexity of learning to hope again after death. This never occurred to me until I experienced death and resurrection within my own body. A liminal space exists…