Reclaimed Perspective: Finding Joy on the Gray Days
Whether the weather is getting to you or whether the “clouds” overhead look more like grief or anxiety, we all […]
Whether the weather is getting to you or whether the “clouds” overhead look more like grief or anxiety, we all […]
Last year our Christmas tree fell over – well, got knocked over, really – right after we had finished decorating
Who is a difference-maker in your life that deserves some thanks? So many “little” things that regular ol’ people like you and me do unexpectedly impact attitudes, atmospheres, and situations in huge ways.
I’m right. I’m always right. I cling to my right-ness as a part of my identity; it is core to
You would never use just one word to define a place, or a historical figure, or a feeling, or a food, or even another word. It would be completely inadequate. You might say “tasty”… and then you add, “But the lemon flavor is a little too overpowering.” Or you might say “bored”… but then you would say, “Because I miss my friend who is away on a trip.” And although some of our personal culture and identity are tied to the words “black” and “white”, these words are incomplete when used as the sole definition of a human being.
After [only] three years… The biggest project I have ever attempted in my almost 11 years on Young Life staff
It seems that very few Christians have a good reputation in both the Christian and the secular worlds, so how
It is a scary thing to say “yes” to taking in a child you’ve never met and know very little about. When the call comes, and the only thing the voice on the other end knows is the child’s age and gender. Nothing about interests, behaviors, dislikes, personality… no pictures, no stories. Just: “Can you take him?”
It’s the worst blind date scenario.
We all want our lives to matter, and despite the deep meaningfulness of staying home with a new baby, toddlers,
Can I be honest with you without you judging me? Ah well, I’ll just be honest with you and let you do with it as you will. Because this is about me, not you. You probably don’t deal with this problem.
Here is my honest confession: I routinely get wrapped up in other people’s issues.
Today, I heard the stories of a homeless woman and a teenage refugee boy. The boy left home when he
“Here mom, you can have the rest of this. I’ve had enough.” It still shocks me every time. Somehow my