I sat deep into the corner of couch, my arms wrapped tight around myself, with ugly tears dripping off the end of my nose. It was the year I had lost a daughter to a failed adoption, lost my dreams to brokenness, lost my ideals to the anguish of barrenness. It was agony. She asked me what was wrong, and I wanted to give excuses for my hurt, but all I could manage through the tears and … [Read more...] about This Thing Called Hope
In our family, we know a thing or two about covenants. Our babies didn’t come to us through birth, you know, they came through paperwork and courtrooms and unconditional covenants. Deep, abiding promises that say things like: No matter what you’ll always be loved. No matter what you’ll always have a place in this family. No matter what you’ll always belong. It’s unconditional because it … [Read more...] about Of Covenants, Cold Feet, and the One Who Changes Everything
This isn't a cooking blog, obviously. Around here you're more likely to cry than be inspired to go bake. I sincerly hope it's good crying though. Like the cleansing, God's close to me, I'm not alone, type crying. But regardless. Today we interrupting our regular scheduled program to share with you a recipe for peach pie. Does anyone remember years and years ago when I requested all your … [Read more...] about The Very Best Peach Pie EVER.
God wants to use us broken. Some people don't like that word. "Broken" like something is inherently wrong with us, like we are less-than because of what has happened to us, or what we've done. But I don't mind it. I think of it like broken: in need of a fixer. And I know the most wonderful Fixer of all. It wasn't always this way. I used to struggle with feeling like I needed to be … [Read more...] about I’m not afraid of the word “broken” anymore.
Have you ever been brutally honest and then felt condemned for it? I am often encouraging others to be in community, to be vulnerable with the Body of Christ, to be real. But it’s also true that in being real, we open ourselves wide to people’s opinions and concerns and judgement—which is a painful process. In my last book, Counting Grains of Sand, I wrote with ruthless honesty. It’s not … [Read more...] about Community, Cursing, and Complete Dependency on “Charis”
Five months after our daughter came home, we climbed onto an airplane. She was chatty and excited, watching everything with giant eyes of wonder. The moment her seat belt was buckled, her nose was smashed against the window. "Oh, Mommy," she breathed and her brown eyes danced. Flying wasn't new to me. When I was her age, I dreaded it because the change in pressure at take-off and landing … [Read more...] about How to learn “Self-Care” in the Kingdom