God Doesn’t Swim.
It’s Easter. And Easter is a story unlike any other story. Because, while Jesus may have said, “It is finished,” on the cross, the story of the life that...
Hey Little Love.
A story to celebrate International Women's Day.
Mine.
It was written two years ago, as I learned to embrace the girl I once was and the girl I am now....
I Am Not My Memory.
It is no secret that I love story and find my most comfortable place in storytelling. To wrap flesh and bone around hope and let it walk in the...
The Lovely Lie.
I remember standing with the chalkboard in my hands. We were doing a sermon series about grace, and I was asked to share what that amazing grace had done...
I Know What’s Wrong.
I awoke today to the sound of chimes. They were on my smartphone, telling me of the things that need to be done. Now. By hour. It’s the weekend,...
A Word for 2014: Redeem.
Last year was a first for me. A nudge to select a word and allow it to be written into my calendar days with India Ink intensity. The word...
