Approaching Another Birthday

My birthday is on Saturday. I am proud to celebrate it. Reaching this birthday is a triumph for me.

As I’ve mentioned before, I battle depression. It is a constant part of my life, and I fight to not allow it to consume me. Some times are better than others—and this past year of life has been hard. So I want to share what has gotten me through the past year(s): God’s grace.

My favorite Christian song is “Amazing Grace.” Hearing it is like catching a breath while drowning. Hearing it is like being wrapped into the most secure hug, the hug that protects and that doesn’t let go. Hearing it is like time stopping to give a glimpse into what eternity might feel like.

I have come to tears so many times while singing or listening to “Amazing Grace.” No other song has ever resonated so strongly with me. On days when it feels like depression is winning, I listen to it in a desperate need to remember hope. On days when I’m feeling better, I listen to it in praise and thankfulness.

It is a simple song, yet so complex. It has lines of pain and of hard times, and it has lines of peace and of joy. But in each line is confidence.

May I share some of those lines with you?
(This is a rhetorical question. It’s my blog and my birthday. I can do what I want!)

Okay. Here you go.

Amazing Grace

’twas grace that taught my heart to fear: God gave me grace when He taught me that I needed Him. He showed me that I had sinned, that I couldn’t do anything to make up for my sin, and that my sin doomed me to separation from Him. He gave me grace by teaching me fear so that I would seek Him.

and grace my fears relieved: God gave me grace by showing me that He would do whatever it took to make sure that I didn’t have to be separated from Him. He gave me grace by dying for me and then coming alive again to make sure that I can live forever with Him. Physical death is not my end. Instead, my gracious God made it possible for me to live after I die. That promised life will never end and will be free from the pain I have right now. There will be no depression, no darkness, no tears. No pain.

Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come: Life is hard because we live in broken bodies on a broken earth with broken people. Broken things hurt. It all broke a long time ago, in a perfect garden. We are the shards of the beautiful thing God created.

But not only are we the broken, we also do the breaking. Cruel words and actions from one broken being chip away at other broken beings, and we hurt each other.

The “dangers, toils and snares” that we have walked through have been different for each of us, but each of us has walked through them.

’tis grace hath brought me safe thus far: But God walks through the brokenness with us. He feels the pain with us. Safe here doesn’t mean untouched. Life will beat us up at times. But God keeps us through it all. Sometimes I wonder why it is worth staying here on earth when I know that my pain will end when I die. With the promise of Heaven . . . why should I wait? God isn’t afraid of that question, and He answers me when I ask. For some people, God allows their appointed time of death to come at their own hands. But so far, my time hasn’t come. God gives me grace to see that I still have a purpose on earth, to see the people who love me, and to trust His timing for my life and my death. His grace secures me.

and grace will lead me home: God will care for His children. He will never let go of our hands. And when we’re just too tired to keep going, He will carry us. He takes our brokenness and heals it. When our time here on earth is complete, He’ll take us to our forever home, a place where we will belong completely. A place where we will be completely whole, not broken anymore.

God promises good to us. He speaks hope to us. He promises peace.
He has amazing grace.

This birthday is a triumph. I am proud to celebrate it. Here’s to another year!—I don’t know what will happen in it, but I’m confident that God will walk with me through everything.




Grief is such a strange thing. You can feel it even before you lose something.

A college friend has been battling cancer, and I heard today that she has only weeks left.

I’m feeling a strange blend of sadness and peace. Heaven will be a little brighter, but Earth will lose a beautiful spark.

This friend and I didn’t keep up much after college, but I have nothing except fondness for her.

Sometimes people say that “So-and-So was always smiling.” But we all know that’s not actually true. So I want to say it differently. This friend reflects God’s nature. She and I survived some difficult classes together. Math 101, for example. (Math was not our strong point. Don’t judge.) Sometimes she and I were frustrated, trying desperately to understand the algebra concepts. We were sleep-deprived. We were hungry. We weren’t always smiling. But she kept a positive outlook and would catch herself when it turned negative. She would re-frame her situation and remind us both to see the good. She seemed to live in the knowledge that God loves her, and she seemed to draw confidence from that knowledge. I saw so much peace, joy, and love radiating from her that it felt like she was always smiling.

I’ve been listening to the song “I Will Rise” today. It is comforting to know that when God calls her name, she will go to Him and live forever without any more pain or sorrow. There is hope even in death, and that hope is Jesus.

Thank you for your example, Marissa. I love you, and I’m praying for you and your family.

It’s a Mad, Mad World

I’m just playing with sounds and rhythms and words in this post, seeing how they connect and affect each other. So don’t get hung up trying to understand every detail. 😉 But feel free to comment and let me know your thoughts and impressions!

It’s a Mad, Mad World
by Beth Turner



Rhythmic. Almost chanting or singing.
Spoken as if spinning, twirling.
Like a wobbling toy top.

 It’s a mad, mad world.

A world of twisting, twirling,   sanity, striving,   mad, mad world.

It’s a would,   a word,
a world of tossing balls, of catching balls, of hunting balls,
a world of fuzzy lint, of hungry lint, of crying calling
It’s a mad, mad world.

It’s a crazy, hide-it, crazy, quiet, crazy buy-it world.
It’s a run around, don’t slow down, mad, mad world!
It’s a yell-at-Mom, pretend I’m gone, cry and scream and shout.
It’s a hello there and a goodbye fear. A push, a tare, a tear.
It’s a mad, mad world.

Help me, tear me, scream me, cut me, hold me, leave me, hunt me, eat me World.
It’s a mad, mad world.

THINKER sits cross-legged on the floor.
                                                                                                                                  Enter CURIOSITY.
The following discussion moves quickly.

What are you?

What am I?

Yes, what are you?

Good question.

20 questions?


Are you a place?

What is a place?

What is a place? Surely you know a place!

Do I?

A place is a plane of existence.


Are you a place?

Am I a plane of existence?

You tell me


Well, are you a thing?

A what?

An object. Something tangible. Unless it’s an idea.

Am I tangible?
I can feel myself. But if I feel myself, does that make me tangible? Or could I feel myself even if I weren’t here?
Am I an idea?

I don’t know. Maybe you’re not a place or a thing or an idea. Are you a person?

How is a person different from a thing?

A person has life.

So do things.

But things are different.


I don’t know.

What is life?

The state of being alive

And what is alive?

Having life….

So a place is a plane of existence. A thing is a tangible object. But it’s different from a person because a person can feel itself and has life which is the state of being alive which is having life.

I’m losing interest.

When you lose interest, do you fade away?

I don’t know.

CURIOSITY walks offstage.

When you lose interest, you fade away. Unless you’re the only one there.

                                                                                                                           THINKER stands to walk offstage.

But if you’re the only one—are you?



Brushing Away the Dust

I met an old friend this past weekend. Someone had said something that had reminded me of a favorite composer. So I revisited his music.


Photo Credit: Vintage Junky

The music greeted me with the same love it had before. It recognized my heart. If anything, I think it understood me even better now.

It spoke tenderly and and with empathy in “Vocalise,”  reminding me of the past it and I had shared together, reminding me of the hours that it had listened to me pour pieces of my heart onto the piano’s keys with this song.

Too many years have passed.

Pinterest informs me that music brushes away the dust from the soul. There is always a song that fits whatever I’m experiencing, and the music enhances and improves my understanding. It helps me express myself. It helps me be honest with myself.

I have enjoyed spending time with this composer’s music. And when I have a piano again, I will pull “Vocalise” out and rekindle the friendship even more.

Opinion Is Knowledge in the Making

I am of the opinion that I can change my opinions.

I am young. I am curious. I am testing ideas to see if they hold up.
And I am learning.

Sometimes people don’t understand why I’m so curious and why I’m so willing to test ideas and beliefs. I understand their fears; they want what is best for me and are afraid of where my journey might take me. I appreciate that.

I want what is best for me too—that’s why I’m so willing to challenge ideas and belief systems. How else can I know what I actually believe and why I believe it?

The great poet John Milton (think: Paradise Lost) wrote, “Where there is much desire to learn, there of necessity will be much arguing, much writing, many opinions; for opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making.”

I am willing to risk being wrong in order to learn. I recognize that the ideas I hold to now might not be the same ideas I hold to later. But right now I argue about them, write about them, and have opinions about them. I do this in the hope of gaining knowledge. My opinions may change…. *I reserve the right to change my opinions!*

“What is true? and what is truth?” People have asked this question since the beginning of time. Eve asked it when she was tempted by the serpent. The ancient Egyptians asked it because they believed their hearts would be weighed against the feather of truth in the afterlife. Pontius Pilate asked it of Jesus before sentencing Him to death. Every person has asked it (audibly or not) at some point. I’m don’t pretend to imagine that, out of all these people, I will be the one to know all truth. But I want to know as much truth as I can.

So I question. I think. I write. I argue. I form opinions.
And that doesn’t scare me.
It’s all part of my journey.

The Parable of Margaret Hamilton: Christian Women and Higher Education


You’ve probably never heard of Margaret Hamilton. You’ve probably heard plenty about Neil Armstrong, one of the first men on the moon, but there isn’t much said about his support system. Margaret Hamilton is the woman who sent him to the moon–and without her, he may not have come home again.

She was one of the founding fathers (ahem–mothers) of modern software. Without her brilliance and mad coding skills, software as we know it would not exist and those men may never have landed on the moon. She was working as a programmer at MIT to get her husband through law school when the Apollo program started. At the time, she had an undergraduate degree in math and a 4-year-old daughter she frequently brought with her to the lab. She was chided occasionally for abandoning her motherly responsibilities for the space program. The chiding stopped when America won the race…

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Elizabeth Lorelai?

Sometimes, I relate very strongly to Lorelai Gilmore. I was recently introduced to the show and have been fascinated with her fun, quirky character. (I’m still in season one! Sh!) I’m a little worried, though…because I think she might be rubbing off on me. Why else would I be writing emails such as this one to the public library?


I’m so sorry, but I set a DVD on top of my car as I was getting in and then drove off with it still on my car. It fell off somewhere in my journeying and is lost. I’m hopeful that some kind soul will find it and turn it in, but I want to let you know right away so that you can rework any holds on it. I’m willing, of course, to pay a replacement fee for the DVD: Gilmore Girls, season one, vol. 3—only fitting that I would lose that DVD the same way I imagine Lorelai would. . . . Again, I’m so sorry. Please let me know what I need to do.

Elizabeth Turner

Allow my to clutch my coffee in mortification.

See what had happened was that I was dashing out of my apartment, and my hands were full of stuff, and I was trying to get the keys out of my purse, but things were falling, so I set all four DVDs on top of the car while I finished putting my stuff inside the car, and then I grabbed the DVDs, tossed them into the passenger seat, and took off. But when I reached the library, I could find only three of the four DVDs. And one must have remained on top of the vehicle until it decided to take a swan drive into the road behind me.

So…whether Lorelai is rubbing off on me, or whether we just happened to already share a lot of similar characteristics, I owe the library $10 for the swan-diving DVD.