When you can no longer be strong, let yourself fall into the arms of Jesus. He’s been waiting for you to reach this breaking point all along. I always thought I had to be strong. Perhaps it was the beating my brother took when he was 10 and I was 7 and we were newly-arrived Americans in a foreign-to-us land. …
I called my grandma last month. It was the hardest thing I had done in my life, because we hadn’t spoken in over three years, and I was pretty sure she would rake me over the coals. Last week I shared with you a story I really didn’t want to tell, but I knew that it was time to get …
I’ve been feeling this moving in my soul for the last few months, a rustling of wind that’s barely felt, but just enough to make me stop and say, “Ok God, what are you trying to tell me?” And this, the most embarassing of revelations: that though I’ve been writing about pursuing real intimacy with God and pointing women to …
I’ve always written truthfully here, sharing my heart in ways I hope encourage you. But there are stories I haven’t told you, partly because they’re too raw and painful and partly because I’m convinced the story’s not over yet. I haven’t written much about my parents, but you need to know their story. Our story. Or at least the part …
Jeremiah 29:11 had always been my favorite verse growing up. I clung to its promise of prosperity and good fortune like an pubescent girl with a bad case of acne and extra pounds around her thighs. I wrote the verse with a sparkly purple gel pen on yellow construction paper and hung it at the foot of my bed, so it was the …