Friends. If you haven't "met" Bree Newsome Bass yet, you must. From thirty feet above, her story arc collides with Jeremiah's almost thirty feet bellow. Together, they're giving a master class on living and breathing grief. Join me at the Mudroom today for a front seat to it all. . . Click here. PS: I'm … Continue reading Will We Weep?
Does life ever feel like you're rolling your boulder towards a summit you'll never reach? My journey with mental illness feels a bit like that. For those of you who are hauling something heavy . . . click here.
I've met more than my fair share of human, load-bearing walls in this season. If you're one of them, this is for you . . . Click here.
For all who are longing in their liminal spaces . . . who knew Green Day had the perfect Advent song? At The Mudroom today. Click here.
As we stand on the doorstep of Advent, many of us are holding heavy things - and yet - it's supposed to be THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR. Friend and writer, Abby Ball, steps into the cognitive dissonance that is the Christmas season for a raw and real conversation that I'm still mulling … Continue reading When Christmas Hurts
Friends. It's time to address the elephant in the sanctuary. . . There's more to this story, so PLEASE read to the end. Click here for "Why I Quit the Church" at The Mudroom.
Hi, friends! It's been a minute! Summer was full around here with family, fun, and-after two years of dodging it, (not fun) Covid-19. I also got to try my hand at some devotional writing for a project releasing later next year. But I am back at The Mudroom, now, with a bit of blatant (Maybe … Continue reading Why are you in the Queue?
Well hello, friends! Did you know that I made the second most important decision of my life on a hike exactly 22 years ago - thousands of miles from home - because a 16-year-old friend dared to ask me about beer bellies and baldness? (More on that if you click here.) I'm breaking from my … Continue reading That Two-Week Friendship? It Matters!
I'll admit that I go there. I know you do too. "In the crosshairs of the life we expect and the life we have" we steal away to the unlived life. I thought Jesus was exempt from this pull, until I found him in a garden that led to the cross. Friends, we are NOT … Continue reading The Unlived Life
I know. It's all too much. My Ukrainian grandmother, a survivor of unimaginable oppression, has words for Solomon today. Yeah, there's nothing new under the sun. But there IS a Comforter who hears our cries for help . . . Lean in for the God who's there, even as this "world spins madly on" (The … Continue reading Under this Same Sun
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