When I was a kid, growing up in church, I heard a lot about right and wrong. The whole stereotype message of the Baptist preacher "hell fire and brimstone." Yeah, I was buried deep in that. I remember when I was eight and realized I...
When I was eighteen I was in a major car accident. My first weekend of college, I was heading back to campus and I happened to hydroplane and then flip my car on an Atlanta interstate. For a few seconds, my life slowed to a...
A friend sent me an excerpt from Naomi Zacharias's book, "The Scent of Water," a few days ago. In it she discusses the reality of fairy tales and how we are so quick to focus on the happy ending that we miss the struggle the protagonists...
Remember that time when my nana told me my whole life that she woke up one morning, after turning twenty-five, and she realized what life was and so, thus, when I turned twenty-five the world magically made more sense -- colors brightened, details increased, and...
I don't want to forget this feeling. I don't want to forget this moment where all my nerve ending feel as if they are exposed. My body turned inside out. Just a close brush to the skin might be too much. It might make me pull back in reaction...
I've said before that I learn a lot from my kids in Waumba Land. Those little four year olds have some deep insight. They also have simple curriculum for young, developing minds, which is helpful for older, finished developing, still-needing-simple(r)-theology minds. Sometimes I truly do not...
I've been chewing on an idea for over three weeks now (this only partially explains my absence), but every time I have sat down to write, my brain becomes so fully overloaded that it has taken time to compile, condense, and make sense of all...
I've been thinking a lot about imperfections lately. We all have them. We all try to hide them. We all pretend our towels don't fade, our carpets aren't stained. We hide our stretch marks and cover what we think is too big, stuff what we think is...