If I brushed my daughter’s hair every day, it wouldn’t hurt so much to brush; if I spent time with God every day, it wouldn’t hurt so much to live.
It’s tough to feel anything but dried up these days. Poetry helps. So does reading the Word. (One more than the other.)
Hey, all you Type As, Enneagram 1s and 3s, control freaks, and perfectionists (like me). I’m about to say some swear words. There is no “done” in this life. No matter what you accomplish with your hands or in your heart, the best you can do this side of Heaven is progress. Y’all okay? I …
I don’t usually make New Year’s resolutions, but when I do, it’s about progress, not perfection.
Did your parents sing-shout this at you when you were a kid? Turns out, it’s pretty good advice.
2020 took a lot from you. That’s true. It also gave.
What kind of vehicle are you when it comes to God’s will?
Even as I kid, I desperately felt like I’m running out of time, never able to do or be enough. But God can use even that curse to make something beautiful.
I approached my year-end reflection with a sense of failure and shame. But I wonder if I didn’t shema better than I thought.
The concept of unity has always been challenging for me. It sounds too much like the Borg. I don’t want to be assimilated! But in a recent study of Ephesians, I realized that is not God’s intention for unity. What I fear is conformity—me ceasing to matter as an individual. What Paul describes is harmony—togetherness …