Lately, I’ve been asking God for something that makes me sweat. Each time I say it, it’s like I’m dangling not only me but also my kids out over a precipice—on the edge of disaster.
Read MoreOur trips not only colored my childhood with magic and memories, but also made me secure in my father’s love. I may not having loved camping—but I was better for it.
Read MoreMy knees hit the floor with a thud, and my face planted in my hands as tears filled my palms. Kneeling next to our dirty laundry, I cried out, “God, why am I always the afterthought?
Read MoreWhile summer has its challenges, it also is ripe with possibility, with potential sacred moments and evolving memories. Let’s not miss it…
Read MoreAs a mother who was given her options, I know how pain can wreck a person. Life feels incredibly unfair and impossible sometimes.
Read MoreWhile we could see the never-ending struggle as a burden, I want to see it as a gift. A beautiful package that reveals my need for a Savior and keeps me leaning into Him.
Read MoreI can still feel the pull, the desire to slip back inside my melancholy and stay there. But then I remember the pennies. I feel their presence…
Read MoreAre we searching and seeking, crying out to God like helpless children, when all along the answers could be found in just a few moments with Him?
Read MoreIt was as if I’d been stripped naked, and there she was, holding a spotlight and pointing out all the things I hated most about myself. “You think you’re better!”
Read MoreOur humanity doesn’t surprise God. And robotic prayers only hold Him at a distance. So why not talk with Him as we are?
Read MoreI thought we were doing a good job settling into our new community—until one Friday when I found myself very alone.
Read MoreWhen I transition my heart and mind into actively looking for Him, signs of His presence start popping up. I begin to see little glimpses of His goodness and His graces hiding in people and places that have been there all along.
Read MoreNo one has ever asked me directly. But over the last eight years since my son died, I have often contemplated whether I—if given the opportunity—would erase the pain.
Read MoreI’d heard of this Enneagram thing through a few friends, but all the talk about numbers seemed more like advanced math than a source of personal development. And if you know anything about me, I don’t do the numbers.
Read MoreWhat if I’m wrong? What if God’s not real? Have I believed since I was three only because I didn’t know anything else?
Read MoreFor six weeks, I carried our son Carter in my belly, knowing that his days were numbered.
Read MoreGrace doesn’t always come in pretty packages. Sometimes, it comes as a gift of brokenness.
Read MoreI hope it’s not too soon to call you “friend.” I’m just so stinking excited that you’re here.
Read MoreI will never lose what I learned at the table: To gather regularly. To invite people with varying opinions and stories and perspectives into my life and into my home.
Read MoreI often feel divided between the me I have to be today and the me I envision for the future—and I get jealous of future me.
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