Horseshoes and Hand Grenades
The first time my world imploded, it was late on a Saturday night. I truly thought the pain would take me under. I distinctly remember the sensation of drowning –…
Read MoreThe first time my world imploded, it was late on a Saturday night. I truly thought the pain would take me under. I distinctly remember the sensation of drowning –…
Read MoreEven when we struggle to breathe inside the silence of Saturday, the Sunday promises of God echo from the empty tomb.
Read MoreChristmas is peace and awe, happiness and beauty, because Jesus is all of those things, but before that, Christmas was much simpler… Christmas was God’s promise kept.
Read MoreThis is our assignment, our calling. Our horrible, beautiful commission. To share our lives – brokenness and all – with such generosity, that the world becomes illuminated with a Light that can never be extinguished.
Read MoreSometimes I wish life were more like a cartoon. I picture myself sauntering down the road, a little sass in my step and a joyful whistle that dances its way…
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