Helping you connect your faith with your real life
Life has changed quite a bit recently, and it can leave us feeling a bit lost. Here’s how to take the first steps to being found. Admit things are different I’ve been in a strange place. An unknowing place. Ironically, I originally typed unknown instead of unknowing…I don’t think that’s an accident. Because the truth
The world is telling me all the things I should be: thinner, more productive, happier, better. But what if the world has it all wrong? A visit to any number of websites will tell us how to be this illusive better version of ourselves. They insist if you desire it, you can be it (in
Now more than ever, the world needs us to let go of our ideas of going to church on Sundays and instead be the Church. When we look at our diverse experiences with church we’re often left wondering what to do. We can look at what to do in the hard places or what works
Life sometimes takes unexpected turns. Navigating those turns well can make all the difference. I never thought I’d be a stay at home mom. I went to school and got a few degrees because I wanted to work; I wanted to change the world. I was the kid that wrote a book about being the
I started the year full of anticipation, ready to see what the year brought. January is like that, full of hope and dreams. A few years ago, I chose to look for JOY. I didn’t know what it would look like. I expected a lightness that would be easier to discern. Maybe I expected to
I was so excited to get together and catch up with a friend recently. We are purposing to make time for one another, even though it’s hard, because we know it’s worth it. I enjoyed our visit, but one little thing left me feeling lousy the rest of the weekend. What I thought the problem
When I first read You are Free by Rebekah Lyons I knew there were parts that would help you, things that would impact you in deep ways the way they impacted me. But I needed time. I needed time with those pieces. Time to let them sink and pick them up again. Time to turn them around and
I could feel it slipping through my fingers. Any hope of the person I wanted to be falling away as my voice got louder and my fists clenched tight by my sides. This wasn’t how I wanted motherhood to look. This wasn’t the mother I wanted to be. There are plenty of examples of the scene above:
It seems like the internet is for the pretty people. The ones with perfect hair and perfect hips. With green grass and appropriately big earrings. With holiday home tours and perfectly white teeth. Basically, not me. And I began to wonder about this virtual world we spend so much of our time in. Is it
It’s easy to love people when life is all rainbows and unicorns and relationships are flowers and x’s and o’s. But what about when real life hits? What about when you have disagreements or arguments or even fights? Is it even possible to love someone when they’ve hurt you and the chasm feels too wide to
