Forgiven, Supposedly
Last spring after a turbulent year, I signed up for a program at my church that helps believers anchor their identity in Christ, through rigorous curriculum and one-on-one mentoring. Read more >
Not So Simple Truths
Scenes from The Reader have been replaying in my mind over the last few weeks. The young man, a law student, is sitting in on a trial with classmates when he stumbles upon a woman he once loved. Read more >
Floating Through the Dark
The temperature drops quickly. Outside, the Belizean sun stung my fair skin and eyes, but here in the mouth of the cave, the air is cool, damp, less threatening. Read more >
Those Who Help Themselves
I’m in the thick of appointments and therapy, and it’s a mess. Last week I was supposed to check in with myself whenever I felt overwhelmed, to stop and ask, What am I feeling? Read more >
Does God Really Use Us?
I’m strategically positioned in the lobby of my church, wearing a cheery “volunteer” shirt, looking eager to help, and keeping an eye on the heads bobbing all over. Read more >
Praying My Questions
We shut the door to the empty house and step out onto the patio overlooking the grass and blooms that have exploded carelessly in the absence of weekly taming. Read more >
My Ruined Plans
Last night my fiancé and I had what we call a “working date.” It’s a more welcoming way to discuss important matters than ambushing him—which I discovered the hard way. Read more >
