Adding Our Rules to God Decreases Our Need for God

Adding Our Rules to God Decreases Our Need for God

I’m noticing a disturbing trend as I allow God to dismantle and rearrange the Christianity I grew up with. I was talking with friends last night- the cumulative venting of parenting, faith and our current versions of isolation. My friend and I lamented that as 

When the World Doesn’t Fit Neatly Inside the Lines of Our Faith

When the World Doesn’t Fit Neatly Inside the Lines of Our Faith

At thirty-three years old, I feel like I’m “unlearning” as much as I’m learning. It’s no secret that I live and breathe in the gray- I’m repelled by answers that leave no margin for questions, exceptions, or error. Social media overwhelms me with its sea 

Does God Want Me to Be “A Little Less Like Me”?

Does God Want Me to Be “A Little Less Like Me”?

I’m starting to pay attention to my “Christian triggers”- those moments when a phrase, or ism, or t-shirt from that ever-vague “Christian culture” catches on my soul like rough wood, leaving a splinter I can’t ignore. Yesterday I had such a trigger moment, listening to 

How Sadie Robertson and an Angsty Nine Year Old Made Me Blog About the Perfect Christian Parenting Myth

How Sadie Robertson and an Angsty Nine Year Old Made Me Blog About the Perfect Christian Parenting Myth

Have you ever been a hater of perfectly nice strangers? I recently watched an online Christian conference where Sadie Robertson (Huff) shared a heartfelt Bible message. Afterwards, the conference facilitator said that a girl [like Sadie] doesn’t “turn out like this by accident”; he praised 

When Our Gospel Locks People Out

When Our Gospel Locks People Out

The church is a powerful, God-designed agent of His Kingdom on earth. When the body of Christ responds in fullness of sacrificial surrender to God and others, the church is the catalyst for the fruit of the Spirit made manifest within creation. Yet the church 

The Bible is Like Granola

The Bible is Like Granola

I’m notorious for selectively eating things. Before I had diabetes, I would pick out the cookie dough chunks from the cookie dough ice cream (and I would try to smooth the gaping holes over as though my family were idiotic enough to believe that Breyer’s 

Adaptability and the Root in the Rock

Adaptability and the Root in the Rock

I shuffled into a line at my daughter’s school behind other parents, each concealing our emotions over the coronavirus with varying degrees of success. One woman barely made eye contact while murmuring, “I can’t believe this is happening.” Some were quiet; others, like myself, were 

An Invitation to My Insecurity: Pre-Adoption Post #2

An Invitation to My Insecurity: Pre-Adoption Post #2

Happy New Year! I promised you all adoption updates in real time, and I admit I’m slacking slightly. We had our foster orientation in December and our first official class last night. Aside from getting in a three-car-fender-bender on the way home from orientation (neither