quiet.

quiet.

In many ways, we are smack in the thick of it. In the middle, the in between, the roaring waves and the endless streams. Social media and email and homework and 9-5s and the things that don’t seem to come to an end. Good things, but yet still things. It happens...
This Is My Brave

This Is My Brave

My brave may not look like your brave. In fact, it probably won’t. We were driving along a winding road somewhere just north of Nashville when those words left my lips. With four girls in the car, we were going back and forth, offering opinions and wisdom to one...
out of darkness, light

out of darkness, light

“Well, there’s nothing interesting here.” Yeah, I’ve never been happier to be boring. The results came back, , and for the first time in five years I get a bit of a break before going back for more tests. You can tell me all the day long that...
Searching for Sunday

Searching for Sunday

Two days ago I sat in a black swivel chair and tried not to move my head as the scissors snipped close by. Not even five minutes into the appointment, our conversation turned to trusting God for the future. She wrapped my wet hair in a towel and as I sat down, the...