We believe in one God, the Father, the Almighty, maker of heaven and earth, and all that is seen and unseen. When I stand under the night sky in Montana, I can see thousands of stars. The stripe of the Milky Way makes an arc over my head, and shooting stars go off like fireworks. But for every star I can see, there are infinitely more up there, beyond the…
I used to think I knew it all. But now I know few things for sure. I used to believe faith was about facts. But now mystery is essential to my beliefs. I used to think tradition was musty and irrelevant. But now I find beauty in liturgy and rootedness in ancient prayers. I used to think bigger was better. But now I crave only humility and space for doubt.…
As an introvert, I tend to keep a small circle of friends. This is intentional. I only have so much of myself to give, so the circle stays small. But there is a danger that can creep in when you live only inside a small circle. Sometimes a small view of the world can follow. If I only interact with those closest to me, those in the same stage of…
I’m trying to find words other than GO BUY THIS BOOK RIGHT NOW to tell you about Rachel Held Evan’s new book Searching for Sunday. So let me start with these words from the back cover. Like millions of her millenial peers, Rachel Held Evans didn’t want to go to church anymore. The hypocrisy, the politics, the gargantuan building budgets, the scandals – church culture seemed so far removed from…
I pulled into the garage and felt a gush of water. It felt like my water had broken, but it wasn’t your birthday. In fact, I was only 9 weeks pregnant with you. Shaking, I ran into the house calling for your daddy to come get Joe out of the car. When I saw the blood, I cried and whispered, “It’s happening again.” I thought you were gone. We left…
Lately there seems to be a common theme among women my age. The idea that social media has taken what once was enough and turned it into a guilt-filled rat race that we can never win. As my friends and I sit in living rooms with mugs of coffee hashing out what it means to be “enough” in today’s world, I noticed many bloggers writing out of the same emotionally-charged place. My own…
I realized something icky about myself the other day. Far too often I measure my self-worth by a number on a screen. It hit me that no matter how many followers I have, no matter how much traffic my blog gets, no matter what circles I nudge my way into, I will never feel like I’ve “made it.” If I measure my worth by likes, follows, and pageviews, I will…