I am learning something so substantial, so weighty in all of this, that God sees the brokenness inside me and his response is not to shame me, his response is to remind me of who I am and to remind me of what actually matters. Because, deep deep deep inside of us, what sin has broken isn’t our perfection, it’s our identity. It has broken who we are. Our souls. Our cells.
Imagine that you have fallen into deep waters, but it’s your first time to swim. Fighting just to get a breath in; & then someone hands you a screaming child, a stack of paperwork, a bunch of trainings & appointment reminders. Then imagine being expected to complete it all while keeping yourself & that terrifiedContinue reading “You Don’t Have To Be A Foster Parent To Change A Foster Kid’s Life”
No matter your story, no matter the type of abuse or level of abuse you might have endured, all sin wounds. And simply because all sin wounds, there is grief in the world. Here it is: the truth about pain: it must be grieved before it can be gone. Brokenness doesn’t go away. It mustContinue reading “From Victim to Healed: The Journey of Lament”
It’s been a few days since the school shooting in Florida. The images are heart-wrenching. And honestly, I’ve barely followed the story. But I can feel the heaviness in the air and the weight of all the choices made that day and how they still linger. A lot of people have a lot of opinionsContinue reading “6 Thoughts on Young Shooters”
Sexual brokenness is everywhere. It lingers in the darkness of every city and town, it rages through our homes and our schools and our churches. It reaches to grab hold of the youngest and most innocent, leaving a trail of slaves writhing in the deceit of all the promises and all the false allure. PeopleContinue reading “Dear Super Bowl…you are the single most trafficked event in America: a rallying cry”