Resolutions aren’t really my thing. And I’ve noticed a trend in the last four or five years where many people I know move away from “resolutions” and… Read more “Why Fear Is My Word for 2017”
There was a time in my life when I thought I wasn’t a bitter person. When I deluded myself into believing I wasn’t angry. Wasn’t hurt. Wasn’t… Read more “Cutting Away the Root of Bitterness”
Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus. So, when he heard that Lazarus was ill, he stayed two days longer in the place where he… Read more “When Jesus Waits Two Days”
My grandpa died on Saturday. He was 86. It’s strange to type those words. The grief I feel seems detached in a way. More because I’m not in Illinois grieving with my family and less because of anything else.
Yet, he’s gone from this spinning sphere of dirt and water, oxygen and sun. I won’t ever hear his voice again.
I wasn’t planning on writing this post. Really. I wasn’t. I’ve been laid down by the world’s most aggressive cold and on more Mucinex than a human… Read more “What 365 Days On My Own Taught Me”
I am not good at being alone for extended periods of time. I’m terrible at being silent. And I’m fairly sure that demure or composed are words… Read more “The War of Being Made New”
There are times in life when you know Adventure is beckoning you. Sometimes it sweeps you away with a great gust of breath, wrapping you up in… Read more “When Adventure Calls”