Shoot like a Girl | We Walk
Day 53: Bungoma, Kenya. I ran in Kenya. With Kenyans. It was a fundraiser for water cisterns to be placed at the Madeleine School – a first for the...
Today I Rebel.
I sit here and stare at the undone all around me. There are “month at a glance” charts, half-written book chapters, a summer marketing plan, new client projects, layouts...
Shoot like a Girl | Hungry
Day 52: Cliciova, Romania Daniel stumbled into the courtyard of the humble farmhouse in the forgotten Romanian village, and plopped down at the table; he had been to this...
Shoot like a Girl | World-Changer
I sat at the coffee shop, across the table from a beautiful fiery-souled woman who had just adopted a child from a troubled foreign land and was ready to...
Shoot like a Girl | Privilege
Day 51: In my neighborhood. I stood in my quiet suburban neighborhood and looked down at the patch of wildflowers at my feet. Country fields and roadside valleys are...
The Jesus I See.
It’s Easter. We put on our pretty and hide eggs filled with candy and find all the right words to say to make it all make sense. We dress...
Shoot like a Girl | Psalm 23
Day 50: Beech Grove, Tennessee “Please say prayers for peace and strength.” The text pinged in my ear, disrupting the cadence of my feet on the country road blacktop...
Shoot like a Girl | Permission
Let all that I am wait quietly before God, for my hope is in him. ~Psalm 62:5 Day 49: Eastside “I can tell by your body. You’ve been upright too...
When I am Brave in Death’s Shadow.
When was the last time you were brave? Not brave about what you do or what you believe, but brave about who you are? Today, I need to speak...
Shoot like a Girl | John 3:16
Day 48: Behind the scenes. They’ve been there for months, the splintered cedar blocks that warm the back of the stage at church. I remember the day the trees...
Shoot like a Girl | Memorial
(Shoot like a Girl looks a bit different today. Because today we’re celebrating life). Day 47: Oklahoma City Our conversations are scattered about the Internet – he, a 20-something...
Real Sabbath is More.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about a single word. Sabbath. It’s such a beautiful word. It feels wispy and wide-open, warm like the afternoon sun of spring. There’s...
