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I never wanted to play it safe. In those rare minutes when the noise of life is quieter than His whisper against my insides, I welcome risk. I want adventure and a life-rush that might empty every last drop of me and dreams that keep my eyes open during...

We have this petri dish of a home. Having seven different bodies doesn't only mean seven different personalities and seven different Myer's Briggs' scores and seven different body types. In our house, we have seven different beginnings and seven different histories,...

Today, I share my friend Emily Wierenga with you. This woman has a raw vulnerability with her words  and her pursuit of God. It's an honor to have a writer in this space who has handled her craft with such poise and beauty and who deeply loves Jesus as she writes. I...

Death can provide an exclamation point on a life that was already expressing the glory of God. My friend passed between that one-day-will-be-thin sheath of death and life and I tried to remember if I'd ever told her how much of an imprint she'd left upon me. Claire...

Fourteen years ago today, it felt like I might has well have been twelve and was spending my parents' savings on a new bike. I had little life experience but was full of zeal and opinions and somehow I found a husband who would accept all of that. So, instead of...

Fifteen years ago, I heard a whisper on my insides: you're gonna marry that boy. One quiet day at the creek -- quiet enough for me to hear the methodical splash of the rower's ores and a dove's  distant call ... and a whisper -- and everything changed. I'd never been...

I hadn't even finished college when I had the conversation that would be the first in a string of ones like it stretching through my adulthood. I didn't realize it then: this conversation was a rite of passage. We sat across from one another over a scheduled breakfast...

A friend (who'd worked at length with children) watched the two of them play innocently in the one small section of the waiting room where we'd told them they could unpack their tote of just a few toys. We'd described to him their first few months at home with with us...

Summer is about wonder. I grew up knowing summer to be the pungent smell of saltwater air that envelops the east coast oceanfront towns. We spent only one week per year at the beach, but my memory of those weeks overshadows swim lessons and day camps and bike rides to...