Helping you connect your faith with your real life
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
Valentine’s Day doesn’t always meet our expectations. Here are some simple things you can do that will help. As I washed off my makeup I could feel the tears gathering in the corner of my eyes. Swallowing hard, I tried to ignore the prickling feeling in my nose as I held back the tears. I
I started making a list of all the things I want to do. Places to go. Things to see. Dreams and goals and all the things. It felt like I would never stop writing. I needed something deeper. Something that wasn’t about tasks, but about the person behind the task. So, I changed the list.
Sometimes love isn’t easy. I know, that’s probably not what you want to talk about, especially with Valentine’s Day making us think about hearts and roses and chocolate. It could be February 14 or July 27, and the truth is the same: sometimes love is hard. But there are some simple things you can do
It’s hard to watch someone else get your dream, or even something close to it. We may smile on the outside, but inside, we can be struggling with doubt, insecurity, anger. Believe me, I know. There’s this writer who has been in the spotlight. There’s the book and the book club and the speaking. There’s
I stood there completely naked, reached back, and pulled the ponytail holder out of my hair. Nothing was going to impact this. I thought about taking off my wedding ring, but finally decided I was being ridiculous. Then I stepped on the scale. The digital display was working, thinking, processing the weight of me on
We see it all of the internet right now: What are your dreams for this year? Dream big! What’s your word of the year? Set goals! You can have whatever you put your mind to! Except you can’t. With terminal illness on the horizon a person may only be able to dream about making it through
I think about all the gifts I have, posting them with hashtags and pictures to shout my gratitude across the virtual web of this great big world. I am full and grateful for my life and my people and my luxuries. But sometimes there is a whisper that feels like a curse: sometimes I want
I had held back the tears as long as I could. I never meant to cry about this. I never meant to get worked up. But emotion found me just the same and finally like pulling the plug on a tub of water, I let it out. It was nothing big. We had been talking
