Dear Dad, I haven’t seen you or heard your voice in over three years. Our email communication has been sparse, superficial platitudes for birthdays and holidays. You said you didn’t want to meet me for coffee, didn’t want to see your granddaughter, didn’t have anything to say to us. That’s ok. I have something to say to you. Father’s Day …
I’m sharing this post from the archives. This was a hard one to write as God revealed my self-righteousness, but it eventually led to brokeness, healing, and forgiveness. You may have already read those stories, but this is the prequel, the part that had to come first. “You know you’re a pharisee if sin disgusts you more than it moves you to …
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 …
