Or, why things have been a little quiet around here (but extra loud at home).
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I review ‘The Tortured Poets Department’ and admit what I don’t understand.
As we sit in the dark, waiting for resurrection, given up like foster children, remember Jesus came to ensure our adoption. And then dance like it’s 1995.
On Billie Eilish’s award-winning “What Was I Made For?” and the formative power of the internet.
Death is the ultimate “No.” But resurrection is the more-ultimate “Yes.”
Christmastime can expose couples facing fertility challenges to an acute feeling of loss in a season supposedly brimming with gain.
Even in the midst of life, death, and existential constipation, Jesus offers lightness, truth, and pink sunrises to those who know that life is a long pilgrimage.
Court hearings in the child welfare and foster care system are wild. Heavy. Intense, a time-and-matter condensing event. So how do you pray for that?
It took us almost a whole year, but our family read ‘The Lord of the Rings’ out loud.
I'm adopted by the Father. Also the adoptive father to James, Rain and Lily. Husband to Lindsey. Account manager at Bonfire Effect. Believer in naps. Read more >>