Crazy Talk from a Hippie Poet
I recently taught on Ephesians 5 and how we are to walk in love, live as light, and love in unity. If that all sounds like hippie-poet talk, that is understandable because:
I actually am a …
Read More →I recently taught on Ephesians 5 and how we are to walk in love, live as light, and love in unity. If that all sounds like hippie-poet talk, that is understandable because:
I actually am a …
Read More →Holy guacamole. I graduated from Seminary, y’all. And let me tell you something: It ain’t for sissies. It is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done and also one of most enriching experiences I …
Read More →HI Y’ALL! I appreciate all your sweet messages and thanks for checking on me. In answer to the two questions I get asked most: YES I am still writing and YES I am still in …
Read More →How does hiding ignite shame? How does honesty invite healing?
I recently explored these questions with my friend Shannon as part of our Summer Book Club on Jesus Over Everything by Lisa …
Read More →How does hiding enable sin in our lives? How does honesty eradicate it? How does telling the truth invite light into our darkest corners?
I recently explored these questions with my friend Shannon as part of …
Read More →a poem about suffering and what it means to
W A I T
what I wouldn’t give
to rise
from this window seat of longing
and brave my way into the gray
and through the gray
to part
the veil that obscures life …
Fear was my father’s favorite game and one I learned to play at four years old.
With gleaming green eyes and a wicked sense of humor, my father was a force. His family had always been …
Read More →In case you missed the big announcement in my last post, I recently had an article published in Fathom Magazine in which I share how I learned the importance of developing close community and how …
Read More →So last night, we were going through our nightly bedtime rituals when, much to our surprise and annoyance, our smoke detectors all started going off. A quick, adrenaline-packed race through the house proved that no fire …
Read More →I always hated being the new kid. I never liked that vulnerable and exposed feeling of standing there in front of a new class, book bag in hand and eyes on the floor, knowing the …
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