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Hope.

We are to serve God by using our pain, to give other people the hope that we have.

I knew it was coming, and yet when I saw it sitting on my porch I danced with joy. My mom sent me the most amazing gift today. I grew up in the Church, but it wasn’t until high school that I really understood and accepted the love and realness of Jesus. During this timeContinue reading “Hammocks and Monuments”

Bind my wandering heart

My breath catches in my chest as I think of God taking those steps through the garden…How his heart must have shattered, knowing that they would now have to live in broken relationship with everything that was good.

Third Place

When God reorders our brokenness, he doesn’t sweep the memory of it under the rug, rather, he upcycles it into something beautiful with purpose.

Rewilding

I have a confession. I spend the majority of my waking hours in very, VERY close proximity to my children (can I just pee alone?! Just once?). But there are days; tired, bored, restless days, when I go to bed and think, “Have I connected with my children today?

I should be a supermodel.

And I new exactly what she meant… you would think being a human pack mule for tiny children and their unbelievable amount of baggage would be the ultimate workout routine. But alas, the majority of us are still sporting our mom bods around in our Lulu Lemons.

This is my right.

The cure for abortion is not winning the battle of rhetoric, or the forced opening of the opposition’s eyes. It is fought and won in the only way Jesus taught us to do battle: irrational love.