We are All Shattered Pieces.
The more I walk this road, the more I see our fragility. Yes, we are all shattered pieces, we are all shards. We have within us a million small...
Keep Me Naked. #write31days
Pedigrees and positions and providence are rubbish compared to the nakedness of true divine worth.
(Day 23 of "Oh Hey God, It's Me" - 31 days of simple honest prayers)....
Shoot like a Girl | Diamond (#31days)
Day 31: Parking lot. “Wow, that photo. It’s beautiful – it looks like diamonds.” A filmmaker friend said that as he glanced through the images on my phone this...
Shoot like a Girl | Say Yes (#31days)
Day 20: Susani, Romania. She became my constantly smiling photography assistant for four days. We dodged soccer balls at sports camp and ate sarmali and mici (cabbage rolls and...
Shoot like a Girl | Labor (#31days)
Day 18: Eden, Jamaica All around us is the busy quiet of learning at the Jamaican Christian School for the Deaf. Every classroom is full of students – kids...
The Little Shepherd.
You are such a quiet one, a hard working one. The story of your arrival at this place is kept tucked away, but there have been hints – hints...
Becoming Naked.
I sit in the airport terminal, watching the parade of people pass. I could stay here for hours, listening to the boarding calls and global languages. Certain things transcend...
A God-Sized Dream.
I’m on a plane now, returning from a week in Jamaica. Those who don’t know me well have sent well-wishes for a wonderful vacation, but my feet never touched...
The Rock. (a sermon to myself)
I wrote these words a few weeks ago, not realizing at the time that the sermon written for others would become what I needed to hear after a serious...
You May Have a Point – but You’re Wrong.
I’ve heard it said that short-term mission trips can be damaging, that they are little more than easy ways for people to pacify an itch to be Santa Claus....
Amy and the Long Road (McLoud, OK).
It’s been three weeks since tornadoes ravaged neighborhoods in Central Oklahoma. The sides of the road are still littered with the ripped remnants of shredded homes. Here in McLoud,...
In Eden, They Laugh. Loud and Bold and Beautiful.
The road is rough and winding, and at times it feels as if it folds in on itself as it snakes around vine-covered trees and deep valleys. But at...
