When they were little, I repeatedly told my daughters I had two primary goals for them: I wanted them to love Jesus, and I wanted them to love books. My rationale for this simplistic parenting strategy was as follows: loving Jesus would open their hearts and loving books would open their minds. With open hearts…
I’m not sure how long I hung unconscious in the wreckage of my Jeep before I finally came to. I could feel the seat belt cutting into the skin on my neck as I realized I was hanging limp and heavy like a bruised rag doll. Warm blood drained from my mouth and seeped into…
I feel sad at the grocery store. Sometimes I can hardly stand it. This is weird, I know. I try to not see them, but I can’t not look; it makes me crazy. I just wanted to run in and grab a box of mac and cheese, and now I’m crying over an old man…
“Broken crayons still color.” ~Trent Shelton I read the above quote to my dad, and he said, “When I think of broken crayons, I think of a moment in kindergarten when I asked a boy if he would share his crayons with me. Instead of taking turns using different crayons, he took the one in…
I sat on a dimly lit stage. I’d just finished giving a message titled You Are Enough. That particular night, I’d stressed the importance of how we were designed to be known through the vulnerability of sharing our story. I then opened up the stage to any woman who wanted to share how God had…
We settled into our seats with the kids for the Wednesday evening chapel service at the orphanage, and a member of our mission team stood to give the message. The theme for the week was all things fish: fishers of men, fishes and loaves, the miraculous catch, and of course, Jonah and the big fish….