Trust. Trust according to Merriam Webster is, "a belief that someone or something is reliable, good, honest, effective, etc." The other day a friend of mine posed the question: "How do you trust again? [After being hurt, damaged, bruised, beaten up, tortured, discarded, and broken by life and people...
During my time at Ridgview Institute I spent a lot of time discussing “space” with mysupervisor. One day he noticed that itʼs a term I use often, but he was unclear as to whether or not I could define what exactly I was talking about.Eventually we...
Source: Huffington PostBefore the turkey, before the stuffing, the football, and the family snuggles, I just wanted to take a moment to say thank you. I am so grateful for you.You bring so much joy to this little inter web world corner of ours.Cheers to...
Every morning this little girls wakes up, looks down at her dirty hands, glances in the mirror at her ragamuffin hair, and notices the still healing wounds on her busted knees and says, "I am guilty, dad.I did it. I'm so dirty. I'm sorry." And every morning, without...
If you've been around NPCC (North Point Community Church) or any of it's partners for any decent amount of time then you have heard Andy Stanley talk about single people taking a year off from dating. He notes that this isn't a whimsical, white-knuckle-it, time to...
There is a line in the movie Hitch...
I've been thinking about you guys all day long. I long for Thursday nights when I get to snuggle into my favorite chair with my laptop and pour out my heart to you, my friends. I was halfway through a love note about insecurity when for whatever...
You know how sometimes memories are ruined? There are good memories and bad memories. There are memories that you want to last forever, the ones you hang pictures of on the walls, the ones you try to recreate. Then there are memories that you try to...
Tonight is one of those pesky nights where I drive home with thoughts swirling in my head, half of a love note already written to you beautiful people, and then I get home and poof. My brain has already clocked out for the evening and...
I finally cried yesterday. It took the majority of the day for me to allow myself to get to a place where I was willing and able to "just let go" and allow the tears to flow. I was in the shower, which is painfully ironic because...
