Praying like a Child

I pray like an adult with a bulleted agenda instead of like a child who just wants to sit with her father. 

Keeping Vigil

We are truly, as Mat Kearney sings, one phone call, one text, one new devastating piece of information away from our knees.

Rejoicing in Monotony

Constantly craving new neurological stimuli has its limits and inherent dangers. If we constantly seek something new instead of exploring the familiar in greater depth, we run the risk of destroying something healthy.

Weathering the Storm

Here's a cold, hard truth about the Christian life that most Christians avoid talking about: Sometimes God has us weather storms seemingly alone.

“Imagine You’re holding Baby Jesus.”

He didn’t care that I had some holiday weight hanging on my hips, unwashed hair up in a haphazard bun, and no make-up on. He didn’t care. I was there, and I was doing my best to love him. That’s all he wanted.