Here is something that I want myself to know (and, you too if you need the reminder): our worth is more than our work. Our world tells us again and again to do more so that we can BE more. We should work harder and faster and produce more good things (necessary or not) so
I’m not an avid shopper, so it caught me off guard this afternoon when I found myself spontaneously pulling into the TJ Maxx parking lot. I was in a need of a few new work shirt (for this brutal eastern NC humidity), and before I knew it I was in the fitting room with a
Things are about to get real for a moment. You’ve seen the pictures before. Those tiny, filtered, styled little squares that give you a “glimpse” into someone else’s world. They seem so ideal, so picturesque with their Bible and coffee mug and fresh-cut flowers. They seem like they have it all together – the little
I’ve always had a sweet tooth. I love desserts of all kinds—especially ice cream. Sweet things are comfortable and sometimes comforting. And since I’m always craving them? Well, they always seem to hit the spot. But in the last few years I’ve had to strengthen my immune system, which has meant drastically cutting back on
One of the most prominent themes in my life over the last several years has been spiritual friendships. I outgrew my college and grad school years where friendships came quite naturally. Suddenly and abruptly, I found myself in adulthood – married and living in a new place with a daunting sense that I would always
I have always had a sweet tooth. I love desserts of all kinds – especially ice cream. And I can eat with the best of them. One of nine children in my family of origin, I like to say that I had to hold my own at the dinner table and when dessert was served.
I hold the plate delicately. It feels light in my hands, and yet bears an unspoken weight. I turn it carefully in my hands, intentional to make it accessible to all who approach. “This is body of Christ,” I say with familiarity and resonance. “It is broken for you.” The words fall familiar on our
“When most of us think about talking to kids about theology, we think of their view of God like a car sitting in neutral. It is easy to think that they will go about their lives unmoved until we push them along in the faith. As the most prominent and earliest influencers in their lives,
“It’s just not for me, I guess,” she said, shaking her head with resignation. The words fell from her mouth with a splat; they were deflated and her heart was fit to match. Between us sat an open Bible, a well-worn dictionary, two pens, and plenty of scratch paper. We were working through the Text