“You see, I never wanted to be a teacher. I knew too many of them. Professional and extremely educated men and women navigating the turbulent waters of the US education system. I had my opinions– opinions that I won’t dive into at the moment because this isn’t the place for it.” 

If I had to assign a theme for our day yesterday, it would be wonder. Wonder that “feeling of admiration, surprise, or awe caused by something new, unexpected, or inexplicable.” And if I had to name a quality too few people, especially evangelical Christians value, it would also be wonder. How rarely we stop to be surprised. How reticent we are to express awe at the every day miracles we encounter. 

Why April Fool's Day Might Be more Spiritual Than You Think and People I know seem to fall into one of two different camps. They either love April Fools’ Day or hate it.

God was faithful to call me when I was young, but I lived with one foot in the world and only one foot in my identity in Christ. However, he knew 2016 was the year that he would be faithful to call me out of my lukewarm life and meet me at my worst.

Why Preparing for Postpartum Matters as Much as Preparing for Birth When families prepare for a baby, most of the focus is on birth. We attend birth classes, create birth plans, and spend months thinking about the delivery day. But while birth is an important moment, it is only the beginning. The postpartum season, the weeks and months after a baby arrives, is when a mother’s body heals, her identity shifts, and a family adjusts to new rhythms. The Bible reminds us that wis

I’ve grown a lot this year. Aside from the year our firstborn died at birth, I think this has been the most stretching year of my life. And honestly, the year that Max died was less a stretching than a ripping. Everything burst at the seams, and I had to put it back together again. This year has been stretching in the true sense of the word. A lot of discomfort – discomfort as I sent both of my children to full time school for the first time and watched my son struggle and st

I’ve been on mountains like this. No, thank God, I have never literally been on a mountain during an earthquake! But I’ve climbed the wrong mountain. I’ve made things that shouldn’t be mountains into mountains that I then clung to until they slipped into the sea, leaving me soaking wet and looking for a life raft.  

It was January 2014 - my first visit to Berlin. A city humming with life, layered with love, and stitched together by people from everywhere. They say many who live there aren’t even German, yet it’s the most populated city in the country. Berlin draws the seekers: people looking for a better way, a freer life, a place to be accepted as they are - to love and to be loved. Standing there that winter, I felt it. But Berlin hasn’t always looked like this. Its streets remember th

But the kind of community that we don’t necessarily consent to. The kind of community that includes my grumpy neighbor who blocked my friend in when she parked in front of his house. The kind of community that includes the overworked, underpaid administrators at our local public school.

This year, I have been drawn back to the “one anothers” in the Bible and, finding myself a little short, am thinking this may be a place to start. But let me back up.

I was a single woman in my 30s; I desired to be married, but I wasn’t really dating. I had also spent the past four summers on short-term mission trips and found it easier to talk about Jesus with strangers than with people in my life. So, without much thought, I picked the word RISK, representing a willingness to move out of my comfort zone and try new things. 

As each year winds down, I become reflective about a number of things; the topics vary. I usually think about how God has used me during the year and how I have grown. I look back at how I gave and how I served. And, I look forward in expectation of how God will continue to move in my life.

came across this verse the other day and was reminded of how I held on to it when I was raising my daughters. My focus then was on cultivating faithfulness in their lives, and while I think that is an apt application, I also think it is a limited one.  Let's take a closer look.

When It is Finally Your Time. Someday, I’ll have the time and space to invest in myself again. Someday, I’ll be more than just the caretaker, planner, and giver. But as any mother knows, someday can feel like a moving target, always just beyond reach. There’s always another nap to coordinate, another snack to make, another phase to survive.

I honestly don’t know how to sit down and write a feel-good blog post for well-meaning Christian women to read right now. 

The danger of Instagram’s algorithm on my life is probably something I should take more seriously; however, a year ago, the Lord used a...

What am I most afraid of in this current season? What failure still haunts me? What hardships have made me doubt God’s goodness? What moment in my past still hurts when it comes to mind? What am I navigating that feels too hard? What currently feels entirely out of my control?  What is my last two percent I’m not willing to share with even my closest loved ones?  May His lovingkindness demonstrated in the gospel never stop stirring my affection for Him, the God who d

As you read this, yesterday was Earth Day. A day I previously gave zero thought to. Like many evangelical Christians, I grew up giving very little thought to the earth - it was merely the backdrop or set God built to place humanity into

Have you ever watched a canine agility trial? If you are unfamiliar with the sport, please promise me that after you have read this blog,...

As a woman who has experienced both the beauty and the challenge of labor and birth, I can say with certainty that every journey is unique.