Are you ready?

It’s cool outside with a somewhat eerie whistling wind. Gas stations have their prices zeroed out signifying no more fuel. Store shelves are emptier than the church parking lot at midnight. It’s pandemonium during the day, then a silence descends at night. Everything echoes: “The storm is coming.” *   …

Coming home

Coming home. At the end of a vacation or trip away to camp, you’re supposed to feel satisfied, like you had a wonderful time but are ready to come home. Coming home is supposed to feel like bringing your heart back to where it belongs. It’s supposed to be the …

Intentional rest

A lot’s been going on in my life as of late. (Since that last post, I’ve become a shift leader at Chick-fil-A as well…as you can probably imagine, this adds a fair amount of craziness.) But is that really anything new? Often there’s so much going on that I forget all …

Love that overcomes

Does it ever occur to you that the foundation of the story of the world is love? Love was carried on the breath of God as He spoke the world into being. He formed each aspect of it with tender care. Love was perfect bliss in the garden of Eden, …

Be content

Contentment. It’s something I think we would all agree is lacking in the world today, especially in first-world countries, who, ironically, have so much. Often, we equate being content with happiness. We chase happiness hoping to find contentment. How do I know we aren’t just looking for happiness, as everyone says? …

Confident failure

So much comes down to confidence. No, this is not a lecture on self-esteem, or a proposition that you should dig deep within yourself and find self-confidence, or anything like that. Bear with me, here. Something my Bible Quiz coach said a couple years ago that stuck with me was …

Hopes and dreams

It’s beautiful tonight. All the doors to the house are open so the cool breeze can blow through, and the inside is melded with the outside. It’s quiet out here, the only sounds are palm fronds rustling in the air and crickets chirping. I’ve been thinking. My friends laugh when …

I press on

That little girl in the center of the picture is… (you guessed it!) me. I was eight years old that summer. I attended my church’s track and field camp. Every day after morning stretches, we had to run a lap on that gravel track. Wasn’t a problem for most of us–we …