What’s Your Dream?
I just got off the phone with one of my dear friends. I hadn’t talked to her in years. There’s nothing quite like catching up with an old friend. Even though you don’t see them often, it’s like slipping back into an easy rhythm. Finding out how the unfinished sentences and dreams end. When I...
Fear Not {part three}
Can you imagine living without fear? For many people, fear is the snake in the grass. It’s the unexpected horror on a summer day that strikes when as they’ve walking barefoot and carefree. It’s the bite on the heel, the sinister sound of a rattle that makes their blood turn into lead. It cripples them....
Fear Not {part two}
A life of self-protection really isn't a life at all. It's a cheap carbon copy of one. Part two in talking about fear.
Fear Not {part one}
I’ve been revisiting old blog posts lately. Rereading the words that spilled from my soul this last year. I’m sharing part of a series that really helped change my life. The post was written a year ago but I was 80 miles and a thousand emotions away from the place I’m at now. I’ve added...
Don’t Give Forgiveness The Finger
I never knew I had a problem with forgiveness. I thought that I was good at extending grace, even when my own soul was bleeding. I was giving forgiveness the finger.
Becoming Whole
Everyone has their words for 2012. The things they will dwell on and grow from. I have two words but I don't always know how to express them without sounding like a snob.
Going Back
It was strange being home for Thanksgiving. Not because people have changed. Not because family members have aged in startling ways. Not because the main rhythms of life have stayed the same and I see the same people sitting in the same pews, flirting with the same people at church. But because I’ve changed. And...
Tolerance Is a Two Way Street
I used to think that I was a pretty tolerant person. I hung out with homeless people, went to an urban church, traveled the world, had a smattering of friends from different cultures, and lived in a pretty tolerant-crazed town. I had a college degree, a few manuscripts under my belt, and hung out with...
Confessions of a Couch Surfer – Part One
There’s no room for pride when you are couch surfing. There’s only room for humility, gratefulness, and a few changes of clothes. That’s what I’ve been learning the last few weeks as I’ve taken up couch surfing. While not the most delightful situation in the world, it’s been good for me. I can’t live in the...
