In the dregs of the calendar, it’s good to remember that God is always writing a story. And he writes it with time.
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Let’s talk about the Dallas Cowboys. And sports. And hope. And fighting the “long defeat.”
Mary Oliver—poet, essayist, patron saint of attention—left, and continues to leave, deep imprints in my life and faith.
Adoption is beautiful, but it is not tidy. Kind of like the incarnation of Christ.
In 2012, The Oh Hellos released their first full-length album, Through the Deep, Dark Valley. Ten years later, there’s plenty worth returning to in this indie-folk masterpiece.
As I’ve started reading The Lord of the Rings to my kids, I am reminded that the faithful life can at times be a wandering life.
Physical things—like trees and swings—tell our internal senses where we are in this world. What happens when those things are moved?
The last thing my granddad built was the roof on our playhouse.
Foster parents know the unique kind of crazy that comes with caring for kids from hard places. It’s like being lost in an unending wood of uncertainty.
We are overwhelmed with distraction. But with a little help from The Promise Ring, Psalm 90, and Mary Oliver, we can pay attention to what matters most.
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 >>