It's good to be prepared, right?
Waiting on God...
Writing without a thesis is tricky business, but I'm trying to wrap my head around this.
A open letter, to myself from a friend, about warm welcomes, community, and healing!
Can I get some ice over here?
I'm squinting just to get a glimpse of the big picture.
Some gifts should not be turned down or re-gifted.
I love it best by night.
My public confession this morning is that I need God.
I love squirrel jokes as much as the next gal, but...
Of cigarettes and kindergarten kids.
I didn't ask to be answered, but to be understood.
Is this what it means to be fully in life?
Sometimes I made You feel really welcome in my heart and my life. Other times . . . I was unfaithful. I strayed but accused You. Always, though, You were there.
I don't believe I'll ever be convinced that winter isn't the most wonderful time of the year.
It was one of the most refreshingly honest statements I'd ever heard in my life.
Two poems and an exhortation for a very dear friend who knows who (s)he is.
I realized today that I'm a little entitled -- and I owe that realization to potatoes.
You and Jesus have something in common.
I know I have an accuser, and I know I've given him reasons to accuse me.
I used to believe that God was punitive and harsh, and that His love came with strings attached.
I've been contemplating the "kids always win" philosophy, and I've decided I'm not a fan.
What was I supposed to say?
I’ve been trying to grasp the concept of peace from a Biblical perspective.
Years ago, I deleted Facebook for a plethora of reasons . . . and with the intention of never, ever returning.