When it Feels Like a Long Road Back

My junior year of high school, I was on the Varsity cheerleading squad. I’ll pause there to let you rifle through all your cheerleader stereotypes. Go ahead. It’s fine! We were an athletic squad, required to take a weightlifting class as part of our school...

Because I am Loved

Happy to welcome my friend Lysa TerKeurst to the blog today. Years ago, Lysa encouraged me to write without showing even a hint of doubt that I could. She believed in me before I had the courage to believe in myself. I’m thankful for the way her kindness, generosity,...

This is Not How I Pictured Jerusalem

My clogs and I have walked some foreign roads this summer. I’m still a little jet-lagged from my latest trip – a little weary and teary, a little wondering how to carry all the new experiences, new friendships, and difficult realizations with me into my...

Above All, Trust in the Slow Work of God

When I read this post by my new friend, Shawn Smucker, I cried. Not just oh my eyes blurred a little but full out, shaking shoulders, giant tears. Part of my life’s work is to teach people to pay attention to what makes them cry, because tears are tiny...