hope
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Recovery from childhood abuse is a long, winding, badly paved road. There are stretches where you think, I’m finally getting somewhere. Then suddenly you hit a pothole you didn’t know existed. A memory surfaces. A feeling you buried twenty years ago walks into the room without knocking. And then comes the part nobody talks about…
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Somewhere along the way, we started believing that everything depended on us. Our healing. Our children. Our marriages. Our homes. Our futures. We clutch at them until our hands ache, convinced that if we loosen our grip for even a moment, the whole world will come apart. It is a curious form of pride disguised…
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Come into my home with me today, join me in my prayer life, and my daily reading. Welcome! A Jewel: Unfettered consistency. I heard the Lord quietly whisper unfettered consistency to me this morning. “What does unfettered mean,” I thought to myself. Unfettered means unrestrained or uninhibited. God himself was telling me that nothing would…
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‘You weren’t born to be anything you want; you were born to be something quite specific.’ —Martin Shaw, Smokehole Somewhere along the way I was taught that freedom meant becoming anything I wanted. Build yourself. Reinvent yourself. Curate yourself. Keep every door open until life itself becomes one long hallway of mirrors. But God has…
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People often imagine God’s miracles as lightning bolts. A flash. A spectacle. A man wakes blind and goes to sleep seeing. But there is another kind of miracle that receives far less applause because it happens so quietly that, for years, no one notices they are standing in one. It is the miracle of the…
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My body became a monument to everything I refused to say. For years I searched for what was broken in me, never suspecting it might be my soul crying out. Headaches. A neck so tight it felt like it was holding up decades instead of a head. It is a strange thing, how flesh becomes…
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The world can offer advice for healing the body. It may even help us understand parts of the mind. But the healing of the heart belongs to God. And I don’t believe healing is something we finally “arrive” at, as though one day we become completely fixed and untouched by pain. I think we…
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One of the most freeing things I ever realized was that the Bible never tells me to forgive and forget. It tells me to forgive. Somewhere along the way, we added the word “forget” and turned forgiveness into something God never commanded: pretending the wound never happened, ignoring the damage, and removing every lesson learned…
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Children are the hope of our future. It sounds almost too familiar to notice anymore. We’ve heard it so often that it risks becoming a cliché. But some things become familiar because they’re true. Every generation inherits a nation it did not build. Every generation decides what it will pass on to the children who…
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I used to think the greatest tragedy of my childhood was everything that was taken from me. My innocence. My safety. The ordinary, forgettable childhood every child deserves. And those losses were real. God never asks us to pretend evil was anything less than evil. But over the years I’ve begun to notice something unsettling.…