Lionesses: Ladies with a Bite

A necessary (and perhaps overdue) rant about the church, relationships, and feminism.

Everyday Joy

To know Jesus is to be changed by Him.

Kaleidoscopic Oceans

My depression does not have the power to snuff out hope. It does not have the power to diminish beauty. And it certainly does not have the power to lessen my God.

Wrestling (Always Winter, But Never Christmas)

And yet, the crucifix doesn’t disappoint, even in the crux of a problem – actually, especially in the crux of the problem.

1,460 Days (An Open Letter to Nancy)

Four years.

Forty eight months.
Two hundred eight weeks.
One thousand, four hundred and sixty days.

And yet, without fail not a day goes by that I don’t still miss you.

Token Christianity

We’re a generation of cross-wearing Christians that have forgotten the Cross. My prayer for my generation is that we will cease to be cross-wearers, and start to be cross-bearers.

Hard Pressed, Yet Still {So Indescribably} Blessed

Realizing what the gospel is, well, it’s enough to change your life.

A Climber’s Perspective on Faith

And there is something so lovely about the notion that the same journey can be travelled differently to the same destination.

Three Years and Counting

You are infinitely missed. Perhaps more than infinitely. In fact, if there were something of greater depth and breadth than infinity, the amount I miss you would exceed that too.

Dear American Dreamers, Meet Phil

We’re all somewhat dependent on the grace and generosity of other people in our personal lives. It varies in degrees to what extent and in what areas, but the fact of the matter doesn’t change. We need each other.

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