I sometimes struggle with the feeling that my current ministry is just throwing seed to the wind and never seeing any of the fruit it might bear. That can be […]
Four Years Faithful
This blog is four years old today—born out of one of the darkest valleys of my life. If these birth-pangs were measurable, they’d certainly be a 10 on the Richter […]
Mercy Met Me There
Four years ago, today, I stood in a hospital corridor, begging God for the life of this man. There are no words sufficient to describe what my whole being was […]
Irreparably Broken
Do you feel irreparably broken? A few minutes of watching the news or scrolling social media reminds me that I don’t hold a monopoly on brokenness. There is pain, devastation […]
When Will You Surrender?
Two years ago, I’m sitting on the third row, just before worship on a Sunday morning—pretty discouraged and praying for clarity—when God hits me between the eyes with this question: […]
When Grief Rocks Your Faith
Profound grief has a way of bringing us face to face with what we actually believe about God. Often, we are surprised by our own doubt. We wrestle with the […]
Contentment, Even Now?
I often preach to myself that I need to be fully present in each season. It’s so tempting to always be looking forward to the next things: Before we know […]
Post-Traumatic Resilience
This is resilience. I remember a huge holly tree that took up residence next to our house when I was young. She was actually quite beautiful, but when she started […]
Walking A Tightrope with Jesus
Sometimes this life is less like a valley walk and more like pushing a wheelbarrow-full of loved ones on a tightrope over the valley. Although I’ve never actually walked a […]
The Gift of Suffering
Sometimes, it’s good to remind myself that I don’t corner the market on suffering. I was watching my new favorite podcast today, and one of the guys (Josh) was walking […]
Grieving Well
“Grieve well,” they say. But what does that even mean? By those standards, I’m a terrible griever. So was David. And Job. And Jeremiah.And—dare I say—Jesus? But what if “grieving […]
Dreading Mother’s Day
To the girl who is dreading Mother’s Day… I see you. My very first Mother’s Day was spent in silence—with excruciatingly empty arms—only two months after burying my little girl. […]