It’s that time of year where so many moms are being stretched in their faith. We’re loading our children up on buses, packing them out for college, or letting them drive themselves to school for the first time. It’s scary days. It’s days where moms doubt, question, and fret. Yes, we do! This year has been different for me. I just… Read More
when teenage girls write letters to prostitutes.
I woke up with a few questions to ask you: Have you ever wondered what you’d say to a girl out on the streets? Maybe you’ve tried to form words in your mind, but yet they seem to stumble and roll clumsily around in your brain not making any sense? Maybe you’ve never thought a lick about it? Friday Nights. Every Friday… Read More
ban phrase #2: i wish i were in full-time ministry.
Sitting in a coffee shop visiting over a warm cup of coffee with a cold breeze blowing outside, a friend says, “Oh how I wish I were in full-time ministry like you.” The statement didn’t settle as it wrestled it’s way in to my mind. Actually, the words full-time ministry kind-of stopped my heart for a moment as I wondered… Read More
when dirty, messy, and simple became my beautiful — guatemala
I left for Guatemala rushed and frazzled. There were deadlines to meet and my to-do’s seemed overwhelming. The world was rushing and so was my soul. Traffic roared by, my phone constantly beeped, and the American way of life had sucked me in. Life was happening full-throttle. My soul was longing for something more. Having been to Guatemala three times… Read More
mr. president, i know why you didn’t come to my texas border
Mr. President, I was disappointed that you did not visit the Texas/Mexico border when you were less than 300 miles away in Austin. But I get why you didn’t. See that was me years ago — I didn’t want to see. It was easier for me to sit in my suburban home nice and secure while judging and spewing out… Read More
caution: stuff like this will mess you up bad.
It’s been a crazy few weeks clumsily journeying through this new path God has placed before me. Many days there just aren’t words. I feel numb. And truthfully when words come they are few as the story of my life seems raw and sometimes this journey needs to remain censored for this time. So thanks always for your patience, your… Read More