The God Who Holds Me
I’ve wanted to write you a thousand times. I’ve been writing a ton for you, actually, but haven’t yet shared….
longing
broken things | grief | Loss | Testimonies
Shooting Stars at the Trailhead (On Loss, Grief, and Mysteries)
Did you know that stars speak? In fact, before He put them into space and set them on their course,…
The Joyous Gift of Christmas Disappointment
We think the smells of Christmastime are cinnamon sticks, cloves, and oranges. Of pine trees and baking gingerbread. These are…
Potty Mouth, the Shortcomings of the English Language, and the Gift of Tongues
This week, I had a really unrefined moment of thinking… I was reliving a conversation with a dear friend the…
You strange duck
Moving is good for us. It reminds us that we are not from here. When visiting a foreign country (or…
Where are you from?
We just moved cross-country, and so I’m getting this question a lot lately. Nobody asks you that question without a…