I woke up every morning last week thinking, “I have got to write something today.” It didn't feel like pressure. It just felt like reality. Like I needed to get my thoughts and feelings down on some kind of paper. When I feel like that – like I have to write or else I will suffocate – it’s usually because I’m trying to hide.Read More
I posted last week about being enough, about believing God has made it so. But since then, I haven't been able to stand quite straight in this impossibly shallow space between the floor of enough and the ceiling of too much.
Israel is not really a place of souvenirs. It’s not Disney World. Or even New York City. There’s something sacred about it—about being in the place where Jesus walked, where His hands reached out and healed, where His words echoed off of simple stone walls. And something about all of that assures you that a t-shirt would not properly commemorate the moment.Read More
It’s been awhile. I miss writing here regularly. Life is good, and it’s normal, and some days it’s boring and other times I long for a moment to catch my breath as holidays and activities move at break-neck speed. We live in this constant motion, where we swing from underwhelmed to overwhelmed faster than the traffic light can change. And sometimes we just need to sit down and be whatever it is we are.Read More
I was the kid at restaurants and holidays who always figured out a way to sit at the “grown-up table,” even if it meant crawling up on someone’s lap. I am also guilty of occasionally faking sleep on the couch so that I could stay up and listen to my parents and their friends. The Lord has been generous, in nearly every stage of my life, to surround me with women who are older and wiser than me--women who will share their stories and graciously listen to mine. And I am so very grateful.Read More
It struck me the other day, as I was mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, that Jesus could have come at a time when it was easier to get information. He could have come after the printing press was invented. He could have come when the radio became popular. Or the television. Or when news channels went to twenty-four hours. Or today—when every detail of every life can be chronicled and published for the world to see should they care to look.Read More