Remember When Back to School Felt Easier?
I sent my kids off to school today with cotton masks to protect them from the brokenness of the world - a flimsy shield indeed.
I sent my kids off to school today with cotton masks to protect them from the brokenness of the world - a flimsy shield indeed.
If you want God to pour his heart into you, then honor the wisdom He gives you!
I realized that I liked myself quite a bit when I had no one to compare myself to.
If I say nothing, at least I won't make things worse, I think. But part of me knows that's not good enough.
Historically, most pandemics end socially, when people decide to stop caring about the fringe minority who remain at risk.
If we taught our children to lament, they could face the brokenness of the world without also navigating an existential crisis of faith.
We can all tell that the world is broken. It doesn't help anyone for Christians to say, "No, no, the world has been redeemed."
We claim to feel overtaken by anger, but often we manufacture it to propel us out of something less comfortable.
Today, it's not hard to know how to love my neighbors. I am loving my neighbors by staying home when I would rather be out and about.
I have sowed in tears, and now I am beginning to discover the tender shoots that are springing from those precious and mysterious seeds.
His words land like a punch in the gut. It is the second night in a row where panic attacks have kept him from sleeping - my second morning
The day she was born, we dressed her up immediately. And before the day ended, we changed her outfit just for fun.
God has hidden the truth precisely so we can have the joy of discovering it, and so He can have the joy of watching us search...
I have a strong suspicion that when I step into God's presence, it will feel a lot like waking up from the actor's nightmare.
"You can design anything to be a drug," I said, speaking to a group of video game design students at Oklahoma Christian University.
We miss creating for creation's sake. And so today, we are releasing the first of hopefully many, video game experiments.
My daughter's known world is this: When a movie ends, you race up to the front of the theater and dance your heart out through the credits.
I know how it feels to have to stop praying, to stop asking, to accept the hard "no" that has come from the God you love.
I visited New York at least ten times before I recognized how much the people there go out of their way to consider others.
I taught them the story of creation to try to impress upon them that we should love what God loves, and God loves what He makes.