I’ve been thinking about change a lot lately. Also, ego and commitment and hope and rootedness—the interconnectedness of all things. But I keep coming back to change. Maybe it is because I turned 30 this year and often find myself repeating Psalms 119:32 and 90:12 like breath prayers nestled somewhere deep in my subconscious.
Read MoreOur vote is one of the ways we cry loud and long for the world to become a kinder, more equitable place for everyone. The choice is ours to make, to leverage our privilege on behalf of others, or to hoard it for ourselves. This truth is always at the forefront of my mind: no matter what, I cannot take anything with me—I can only decide what kind of world I leave behind.
Read MoreThis restoration of shalom, this ego subverting reign of a self-sacrificing, death defeating king, is the thing I’m willing to bet my whole life on. I will choose it again and again and plead mercy over the moments when I am distracted by the mirage of shiny things that woo me away from the altar.
Read MoreMy ego would rather I not write tonight, because truthfully, what I most need to say is that I’m feeling tender and weak and a bit untethered. My ego has always hated the idea that someday, I might look in the mirror and feel compassion for the woman staring back at me, so it tries to keep me from ever looking for too long.
Read MoreGod, make us an Easter Sunday people. May we recognize our Savior, risen and victorious, and know his love ever more profoundly. May we leave our whitewashed tombs behind us, boldly stepping into this new and mysterious and abundant life as ones who are dearly loved and made whole.
Read MoreI wake up on the morning of January 1 feeling a bit achy and like I can’t quite take a deep breath. Staring at the ceiling, I realize that I’m walking into a new year with more questions than answers. Each December, I pause to take inventory of the year that is coming to a close.
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