God’s splendor is a tale that is told.
‘Tis the season to be shopping! The holidays may look a little different this year, but the rush to buy the perfect gift for everyone on your list is the same as ever. And while it’s fun and easy to get swept up in the whirlwind of deals and doorbusters, we need to remember that …
REAL TALK: I am not feeling terribly thankful today.I know, my privilege is showing. Bear with me.I’m an expat. I moved to Canada in 2006 and am wildly happy here, but I always make a holiday pilgrimage back to Missouri. It’s a tradition of nostalgia and belonging that recenters me in my family of origin. …
Coming down from #PsalmsAtSeven has been bumpier than expected. I’m a creature of structure, and going from 150 days of regular study and sharing to zero gave me a bit of whiplash. I realized that while I have Plans™ for that project in the future, I don’t have any for It Wonders Me beyond simply …
If you read my daughter a story, she’s going to sit on you. It’s just a fact. In preschool circle time, she’d crawl into the teacher’s lap in defiance of all propriety. At home, she insists on cramming into the recliner alongside me, wedging into my armpit as I read, and I frequently find her …
Vote! But do it with His heart.
Will I disappoint you? Almost guaranteed.
Will I disappoint God? Never.
Hat tip to Raffi for the reminder that the hands that hold the universe hold mine.
“Stable” isn’t a word I’d use to describe 2020. I’m more likely to use the year as a swear word. You feel me. Nothing has been steady, dependable, or constant. But when the mail arrived with this tiny square of big scripture attached to my jewlery, I had to sit back for a selah moment. …
Ancient Jewish culture had this marvelous practice of “shmita” (שמיטה), which literally means to “release” or “let go.” Everything they did fell under this seven-year cycle. Going into it, agricultural land lay fallow, and at the end, debts were forgiven and slaves were freed. It was a year-long sabbatical for life, mirroring God’s rest on …
Like most people, I wrestle with my Calling. The capital-C sort that God gives you before you’re born. I’ve been fortunate enough to hear what my Call is, but contrary to what I believed before I knew, knowing hasn’t actually made anything easier. In some ways, knowing makes it harder. Because when you know your …