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We are more than the boxes we build. When I was a little girl, I genuinely believed racism would eventually disappear. Maybe that was childhood innocence. Maybe it was hope. Or maybe, because I was already growing up inside enough ugliness, I needed to believe humanity would eventually get tired of hurting itself. My stepfather…
We hear a lot about being careful who we allow a seat at our table. Usually, we think of people. Family. Friends. Relationships. Those who encourage us, those who drain us, those who arrive carrying peace—and those who show up empty-handed, criticize the menu, rearrange the chairs, and somehow leave with leftovers. But lately, I…
Learning to Protect Your Peace Without Losing Your Compassion There comes a point in life when we realize we’ve spent more time trying to understand everyone else than we have trying to understand ourselves. We wonder why people hurt us. Why they react the way they do. Why they say things they can’t take back.…
Sometimes the memories that return aren’t there to shame us. Sometimes they’re quietly inviting us to become someone even better than we were before. Recently, I found myself doing something I never expected to do. I reached back more than a decade to apologize to someone. Not because I had suddenly decided I was wrong…
God meets people where they are. People often meet others where they themselves are. There is a profound difference. Perhaps nowhere is that difference more evident than in the distinction between religion and Christianity. Religion often focuses on outward conformity. Christianity begins with inward transformation. Religion often asks, “How well are you following the rules…and…
The View from the Backyard and the Glow It Carries Forward This weekend, our backyard became a campground. Tents dotted the grass. A white sheet hung against the shed became an outdoor movie theater. The pool rang with laughter from morning until evening. There was popcorn, candy, birthday cake, Father’s Day cake, presents opened with…
Last night began like any other. In fact, I had gone to bed early. That alone is unusual for me. I was exhausted and had finally decided to call it a night. The house was settling down. The day was over. Austin was in his den playing with his cat, Pearl. Alan was in our…
This morning, while sipping my coffee, I found myself staring into the future. Not in a prophetic sense. I’d say more in a chicken sense. A few months from now, the fluffy little chicks currently occupying far more of my time and attention than they seem to appreciate will be fully feathered hens living in…
Most people notice the spill. The argument.The diagnosis.The divorce.The addiction.The burnout.The grief.The moment everything seems to come undone. By the time the water has spilled over the edge of the bucket, everyone can see the mess. Everyone has an opinion. Everyone can point to the obvious. But I have always been more interested in the…
There are some truths we do not discover because something is missing. We discover them because something beautiful arrives. For more than twenty years, I have been a caregiver to my son. Even as I write those words, they do not feel entirely accurate. Because I never chose caregiving. I chose my son. More than…
Tina N. Campbell
Centerville, Ohio 45459
echoesofgrace66@gmail.com
