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One part of scripture that is frustrating to me is the concept of miracles or answers to prayers or questions coming to those who believe. As if the people who need a miracle most aren't also the people who struggle the most to believe. Like, 'Oh you're in a solid mental state and have plenty [...]

sometimes grief is clean, it makes sensea death, going through a breakupthose are griefs that you can talk aboutothers understand then there's grief that's messythat you don't share as oftenthere's complexity and shameto share would be a risk a loved one in jail, getting fired from a jobthe misdeeds of another that costs youbroken trust, [...]

There’s a theory that sometimes people living with trauma or depression or anxiety don’t always want to get better because they’ve become so used to being unhappy that they don’t truly want to be happy. That maybe the self-pity and wallowing and self-destructive behaviors and intrusive thoughts feel good in some way. That could be [...]

The dichotomy of God is that while He’s never had an identity crisis and knows exactly how holy and perfect and worthy He is of praise - He also sees us deeper than we can imagine; our hearts are laid bare before Him and He treasures our minuscule, broken praise. We cling to Him with [...]

It doesn’t look cloudy. Just a grey-white blanket. It’s not a storm. Rain is just there, not pouring or even sprinkling, just ever present in the air. Everything is covered and touched by the haze. Just a nothingness. No sunrise or sunset. The light will just gradually cease to exist. I wouldn’t have it any [...]

I spent most of my life wrapped in shame and guilt and confusion. I've spent my adult years protecting and excusing ungodly behaviors because I didn't want God to look bad.

If you'd tried to talk to me about fear, I would have quickly tuned you out. I wasn't afraid of anything. I'll jump out of an airplane, ride any roller coaster, stay calm in a crisis, walk down dark streets by myself, pick up strangers off the side of the road... I didn't know that [...]

This is my (wonderfully strong-willed, independent, tenacious) daughter in the middle of a long, ugly, full-blown meltdown. And that’s her dad. Laying on the floor beside her in the middle of it. With a quiet voice and gentle hands. That really bothers some of you, I know. See some of you - some of us [...]

I scaled boulders, explored castles, and stared at ornate intricacies on cathedral walls.

And while these experiences will always be treasured memories, what I took away from the Emerald Isle was the night I sat down on the cold concrete in Belfast next to a man