My friend once wrote about bitterness as though it were an old friend; a necessary part of his journey to wholeness. That rubs me the wrong way at first, because it goes against everything I’ve ever believed about my brokenness. I’ve never thanked bitterness, just …
Do you ever feel like you can’t quite find the category that you fit into? I’m currently doing a Facebook live video series with my dad on women in the church to facilitate a healthy discussion on God’s heart, our response, and why any of …
In the world of science and technology, the greatest inventors and innovators are those who are willing to think beyond the apparent limits of reality. From aviation to advances in medicine, we owe much of our modern existence to those who questioned assumptions, were willing …
Thank God no one is grading me on this parenting thing, because I’ll be the first to admit that most days I wonder if I’m even eking out a C- . This week alone I drove one kid to school with his “100 days” class …
There’s nothing quite like a good bout of discouragement. You can’t help breathing in the sweet aroma of suffering, savoring each sip of uncertainty. Nothing beats the warm fuzzies of financial or medical crisis, or the melodious moments of family division and dissonance. We can’t …
I just watched this brief message by Ashley Matthews on Gender Equality in the church. (I highly recommend as a launching point for rethinking what it means to support women, especially in church culture.) Of all the things she said, what resonated most with me …
To say that cleaning is my top priority in life would be a gross exaggeration blatant lie. Yes, I know how to wield a mop; I’m just not willing to accept the battle of the floor to begin with. And I’m no stranger to dirty …
I hope you’ve all enjoyed your Christmas day! Here at our house we’re knee deep into our lego sets and puzzles, and I’m already dipping into my coffee loot. But what did you expect? Despite feeling a bit under the weather, I’ve truly been savoring …
You might think of extroverts as the life of the party, the center of every gathering. Maybe you picture them laughing with every friend and mingling with ease, or walking up to new people to introduce themselves without a trace of nervous sweat. Maybe the …
“Yeah, you’re stressed and now you’re stressing me out and everyone else!” Said my 8 year old boy. When did my 2nd grader become a conniving wee therapist who could deftly wield a shovel to simultaneously unearth my mood and bury my parental authority alive? …