From March, 2021

Nameless Women // The Bleeding Woman

She steps her toe out of the tent. The sunlight hits her foot, and as she leans the rest of her body forward, she feels the magnitude of her movement in the pit of her stomach. Before her weight can move from the ball of her right foot to fill her heel, she shifts to her left and pulls herself back into the tent. Back under her covering. Back into the shade. Back into the darkness. She dances forward and back two more times before she pauses with her eyes closed. “Let all that I am praise the Lord. With…

Nameless Women // Talitha Koum

He has never felt so helpless in his life. In twelve years of parenting, fear has never run so deep and failure has never felt so close. She’s been laying in this bed for what seems like an eternity, and each day she’s gotten worse. He is a leader in the local synagogue, a man of deep devotion and faith, but he hasn’t left her bedside for days. In the early days of her illness, he spent hours on end at the altar on his knees in prayer; but lately, he cannot drag himself from her side. His prayer feels…

Nameless Women // The Woman Who Anoints Jesus

“I have to get there,” she thinks to herself. Sweating a bit from the run back to her house, she grabs the jar and stares at it for a moment. She rolls it around in her hands to admire the way the alabaster creates a marble swirl and feels cool to the touch. “I have never seen something so beautiful,” she mumbles out loud. “He is deserving of this and so much more.” She tucks the jar under her arm and runs out of the house. She races down the dirt road with so much haste that her head covering…