In the beginning, there was only us. Fearfully and wonderfully fashioned from dust and called lovely by Love itself. There was no shame, no fear of punishment or missing out—only fullness of joy, the abundance of beauty and freedom in the presence of God.
Read MoreAt the tail end of a long work week, I found myself in a screaming match with a four-year-old. Certainly, it was not my finest hour—but if I get painfully honest, it was really just another snapshot in an ever-widening pool of evidence pointing to a truth I have long been avoiding: all is not well with my soul.
Read MoreThey call what came first chaos,
said You were there, hovering—
waiting for the perfect moment
to unleash the light and make
something out of all our nothing.
I've lived in a three-hour radius nestled in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains for my entire life. Growing up, my friends and I stayed out past dark playing in our neighborhood's lazy loops and stealing crabapples from an elderly neighbor's front yard, only breaking up the party when someone's mama whistled that it was time to come in.
Read MoreWe owe it to our neighbors and our children's children to not make excuses or turn their narratives into partisan debates. We owe it to them to not just say that black lives matter, but to show it. Because we cannot love what we are unwilling to see.
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