When You Need to Remember You’re Beloved
What does it say about our culture that my email autocorrects the word “belovedness” to “belatedness”? How did we get to where instead of living in the delight of being…
Why I mourn the cross this year—and why Jesus doesn't
Lent, and especially this week between Palm Sunday and the cross, sometimes feels to me unbearably heavy. The one I love is walking to the cross—because of my sin. How…
Dust you are—(and dust He is too!)
I finish my application. Before I send it, I pause, listening to the emotions warring inside of me. Excitement—“Jesus, I can hardly believe we’re here. I’ve wanted to do this…