I don’t know why, but this picture reminds me of the movie Hope Floats. You know the scene where Birdee realizes her daughter, Bernice, has forgotten her lunch and proceeds to walk to her school in a nightgown and coat without having showered or looked in a mirror in a lot of days? When that
Over the last year, writing here has been more sporadic. I was working through some things, taking some time to write my words for no one but God and me to see. I was feeling a bit like my words had been stolen – like I was sucker punched and they were ripped right from
“Mommy, watch my cartwheel. Did you see that one? Was it good? Did I do good? Look, I’ll do another one. Did you see that one? Was that one better?” “Yes, sugar, they look great. They’re all great! You’re doing so good – getting better and better! Why don’t you go practice over there while
“Can I just tell you that your pictures radiate happiness? I get the feeling that it is an accurate portrayal.” I received this from a dear and sweet friend just yesterday, and I quickly responded that she is correct. We are happy in a million ways. But also that really is only half the story
Wading into potential blindspots so God can do some (often scary) work there is a significant part of following Jesus. I believe that God’s Word is the best place to go when you can’t quite sift through what is true and what feels true. Lots of times we really want to go to the Bible
If I am going to tell you about my journey to Noonday, I need to go way back. Before babies and church planting and home ownership – basically before any real adulting started for Josh and me. Radical by David Platt came sprawling across the American church culture – sending us all spinning and chewing and
A whole population has reached the pinnacle of its suffering. The ache and loud, desperate cry of a broken, nearly hopeless people echoes through the heavens. There is a big, big problem and justice seems to have been forgotten. Meanwhile… On the far side of the wilderness, a man of once great passion quietly does
On Sunday, I fell on my knees and wept at the altar of grace because this first year of church planting has sent me into the depths of myself. I thought I was coming here so that God could use me in this city, but the truth is that God is using this experience, this
It has been some months since I’ve written. Church planting, pfh…more like soul stripping. In all the best, most painful ways. Nearly one year after moving here, I find myself, our family, never more aware of either the weakness in my spirit or the power in my soul. Everything has changed, and yet everything is just
I am a dreamer. I dream wide and long and often. Every day I dream new dreams about what could be – in my home, in my family, in my church, in my community, in my career. When I was in high school and time stretched out before me, long and lazy, I would spend
