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 … Continue reading Dear Super Bowl…you are the single most trafficked event in America: a rallying cry
I collect thoughts like a child collects pebbles on a rocky sea shore. Some of my thoughts are lovely, colorful, and I will keep them forever. Some I will discard immediately. Others are ugly and useless but it still takes … Continue reading Praying Honest Prayers
About a year ago, when I began timidly wading through the mess of my brokenness, I began experiencing distance in many of my relationships. This was completely unexpected. The books I was reading and the questions I was asking…the stories … Continue reading When Abuse is “Normal”
Can I just share with you that discipline is an enormous learning curve for me? I question and doubt myself until I am in tears. Did I speak too harshly? Not sternly enough? Did that behavior deserve a swat? Should … Continue reading 5 Lessons I Have Learned About Discipling Children
In my Sophomore year of college I was introduced to Anne Lamott. Basically, she is a fabulous writer who writes raw words and loves Jesus. She’s also basically nothing like me.
But I couldn’t help be drawn to the way she unapologetically exposed herself. The way she wrote all the words about her life and never failed to tell her own sin and her own struggles, and all her hopes for the future. Continue reading “Our Stories Reflect The Power of The Gospel”
Yesterday was one of those once in a lifetime sort of days. Mostly, the type of day you hope you never have to live through. And my soul is tired… Yesterday, I read 3 pages of allegations and all I could … Continue reading When My Soul is Weary
After awhile you start to see that beauty isn’t always obvious and that fast-paced is no real way to make do. . And after awhile you begin to notice the ripple of a rain drop over the sound of admiration. … Continue reading All That Matters Most
Have you ever heard someone tell their story without a hint of shame?
In my senior year at Northwest University, we had a guest speaker; a man who had lived a wild life of parties and dark sexual pleasures. There he stood, with so much humility and joy and theatrical storytelling it was almost like he was telling someone else’s story. But he wasn’t. He lived every second of the heartache, the brokenness, the shame. And yet here he was: healed and thriving and generous and vulnerable. Continue reading “This Is What Healing Looks Like and What It Means.”