Helping you connect your faith with your real life
I’ve deleted and retyped portions of this post over and over. It still feels scary, but I’m publishing anyway. This is not a cry for ego stroking or a pity party. This is real, and I hope you can be real too. I’m really good at going through my day, my week, my life happy.
As we get ready to turn the seasonal calendar page we are filled with new things to do. It’s spring after all and that means it’s time to throw open the windows, get out the deep cleaning tools and the elbow grease. There’s one spot forgotten on our spring cleaning checklists, and it happens to
I follow a writer online. Her name doesn’t really matter because there are quite a few people online with a similar message: YOU CAN DO IT! Do you know anyone like that? I’m going to call her X in this post, for ease and so that there really isn’t any hint as to who she
Ok, I know the other day when I wrote about your calling I said, the end. But the truth is it just doesn’t always seem that easy, does it? Four words made it sound so simple, but here we are, everyday, struggling to understand what it means. I get it. So what do we do? I’m going
In the days of youth group and young adulthood, church was a place full of life and experiences. I went there to encounter God, and most of the time I did. It felt good and normal and expected, until it didn’t. Fast forward a few years and I found myself home with two toddlers, a growing belly
Have you ever wondered if you’re where you’re supposed to be? I don’t mean at the right address (although I’ve been in that position plenty of times). I mean in life, in the grand, sweeping sense of purpose and direction and calling. Are my feet (and my heart) where they belong? The question rings loud
This letter to my body was my birthday present to myself. Inspired by a post by Sarah Bessey, I am choosing to be grateful for this body that I have right now in this moment. It may feel imperfect to me and may even have some medical issues to work through, but it is a wonderful body.
I sat down at the computer typing, and there was a homework question coming from the kitchen table a few feet away. I looked at the clock and saw dinner was approaching, and I had nothing. The blank screen stared and the blinking cursor mocked. This is not how I thought it would feel to
