There’s something about writing that forges the writing into the living. Sometimes I write retrospectively, easily seeing more clearly that way. But sometimes — like this time — I have to write what I live so that I can live what I write. It’s...
In her five-year-old, unfettered, and un-theologized speak she said: “God told me I needed to tell you why I don’t like my birth country.” Something which peppered our lives back home became medication during our six-week stint in Uganda, while...
Today is my birthday. For many years, birthdays have brought with them a weight. I’d feel them approaching with a subtle, hardly identifiable dread. They were like an hourglass, reminding me — the one who was desperately clinging to hope — of what...
I pushed the cart through the last-minute Valentine’s Day bustle, collecting bananas and strawberries and graham crackers (all for our fondue family tradition), appreciating that I had a distraction. But the thoughts of what might yet be weren’t polite to...
“When my soul begins to tremble and I feel panic settling in, praying adoration has begun to un-strangle me. Praying God’s attributes back to Him has been a life-changing practice that has me falling even more in love with Jesus.” This is one of the...
{If you haven’t yet, read the precursor to this post, which is actually the second half of this story.} And this is how I found the heart at the center of justice … College witnessed his first growth spurt. By what can only be attributed to the hand of...
