Not Afraid

Not Afraid

I recently had the pleasure of driving 13 hours with two children and a geriatric pug as my travel companions. To be fair, the kids were deep in the wild world of Fortnight and barely made a peep. Gidgit, the pug, with no opposable thumbs with which to build digital shelters and pelt enemies, was stranded in reality up in the front of the car with me. 

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Free Kids Journal for Lent

Free Kids Journal for Lent

I'm so excited to share a brand new resource: a lenten journal for kiddos! Each week of Lent includes a scripture reading, prayers, and activities suited for children in preschool through lower elementary. Click HERE for the resource library, download, and print. As always, feel free to print an extra copy for your friend, neighbor, or small group. XO

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How Can a Weary World Rejoice

How Can a Weary World Rejoice

How can we rejoice when everything around us feels dark?
How can we rejoice when trucks are used as weapons and bulletproof backpacks are a thing?
How can we rejoice in the midst of hate—when our country is at odds, and lines are drawn?
How can we rejoice when we watch loved ones suffer, when relationships are strained, when we just can’t get ahead no matter how hard we try?

How can a weary world rejoice?

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The Only Two Chocolate Cakes You'll Find in My Oven

The Only Two Chocolate Cakes You'll Find in My Oven

It’s not that I dislike chocolate – it’s that sometimes chocolate desserts feel a bit like the lowest common denominator. If you throw enough chocolate and sugar into a recipe, it will be consumed without question or discernment.

Eaters, (this means everyone), when you take a bite of dessert, do a favor for yourself and pause to consider is this good, is it WORTH EATING, is there anything noteworthy happening here? If any of these answers is a ‘no’, consider not cleaning your plate. This may be a good time to take the advice of one of my all-time favorite quotes: “I don’t like food, I LOVE it. If I don’t love it, I don’t swallow.” (Bonus points if you know where this quote appears.)

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Harry Potter, Cosmo Kramer, and The Hand of God

Harry Potter, Cosmo Kramer, and The Hand of God

The accuracy of the test depended on complete honesty – and I took it seriously. I knew some of the answers immediately, but others required a certain amount of self-reflection. I’d pause, and consider, “Who am I at the core? Which of these options is my real self?” I was, after all, wanting to be placed in the correct house at Hogwarts.

(If you’ve ever wondered if I am cool and hip, you now have your answer. No. No I’m not.)

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Ten: A Playlist for Fall

Ten: A Playlist for Fall

Did you download my free devotional? It’s a little heart-burster of a journal, aimed toward a healthy, courageous, grace-filled new season. Isn’t that what fall is all about? As the air crisps and the windows open, we begin to find new rhythms, meet new people, and nurture a fresh self. And here’s the soundtrack for all our new ventures and new growth.

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Why Past Wounds Control the Present (And How to Find Healing For the Future)

Why Past Wounds Control the Present (And How to Find Healing For the Future)

I crashed out of my seat in the Barnes and Noble café. I fell straight to the ground, with such force that the wooden chair shot across the floor like a rocket. I had been, of course, checking out a hot, tall dude with curly hair. And let’s just say my little stunt didn’t go unnoticed – he asked me out 24 hours later, and the rest was history...

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Learning to Fall

Learning to Fall

The wind was whipping the sails, whipping my hair, whipping the waves—whipping up a healthy dose of fear. I stood in front of a row of sailboats at the edge of the lake. Why!? Why would anyone in their right mind get into a sailboat captained by an 8 year-old? And why does it have to be so windy?

I walked a few feet out into the water and climbed aboard, sat where I was told. “If you start to tip, loosen to rope. Duck when he yells tacking.” she said. 

And with a big shove, we were off.

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