We’re All Just Walking Each Other Home
It was late afternoon on a Sunday afternoon when I made the mistake of looking up. The coffee shop was silent, all eyes were on me, and I’m pretty sure you could have heard a pin drop if one actually did, you know, drop. I held a crisp, white and silver book in my...
If Your Life Is as Silent as Saturday
Good Friday: The very worst, terrible, horrific and dark day in history. Saturday: The in between of silence and confusion. Sunday: The resurrection of Jesus Christ, the fulfillment of promises-kept, the most joyful day known to man. The more I sit and think about...
Small Is a Present, Not a Punishment
I struggle with the idea of being small. Without realizing it, somewhere along the way being small began to mean being invisible, unseen, and unknown. As someone who longs to be fully known and yet still fully loved, smallness seemed like a punishment and something to...
He Still Is
What do you call it when you pray over a relationship for 4.5 years and then God does the straight up impossible, redeeming and renewing what seemed way too far gone, and then you have the honor of writing an intro for the girl who has seen the worst and the best, the...
On Change and Transition and Everything Else…
So here’s a secret: Several of my friends are writers. Not the kind with book deals or publishers. Not the kind that speak what they write on stages across America. But they are writers all the same. Last fall I had the opportunity to welcome one of my best...
A book for the broken hopefuls… Even If Not: Living, Loving, and Learning in the in Between
