BREATH MY ONLY BOUNDARY
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 …
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On Shame and Healing
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 →On Toleration & Celebration
I believe God loves me but often struggle with the idea that he LIKES me.
I trust fully in Jesus and am thankful to receive his forgiveness, but I sometimes catch myself slinking around in the …
Read More →WAIT
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 …
How My Fear Became Faith
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 →On Courage & Community
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 →a very good place to start
Before I repost some of my other favorite pieces, it makes sense to first retell the story of how this journey as The Jesus Gypsy began. It is, quite frankly, my very favorite story to …
Read More →on Willie Nelson, Puppy Dogs, and the Holy Spirit
I am essentially an expert emotional escape artist. I am also a professional performer.
“PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN,” my life has shouted through the years.
We moved around like gypsies growing up …
Read More →a song worth seeing
As I mentioned in my last post, I was recently asked to review and blog about a movie that will be coming out September 26th called Read More →
scaredy-cat
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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