Those two words. Those two words invaded my newsfeed again this week and my stomach turned. That now far-too-frequent breaking news about a school, always includes those same two horrible
Often our words are more than words—they are floodlights. They pierce through our facades and our artifice, and into our shadow places, and they reveal who we are. Many times
To People of Color Living in America, I’m not sure whether you’ve noticed, but a lot of us white Christian folks here in America are really on edge these days.
Dear Friend, Mother’s Day is nearly here and I was thinking about you. I was wondering what this day is like for you. I realized it may not be what it
Those two words. Those two words invaded my newsfeed again this week and my stomach turned. That now far-too-frequent breaking news about a school, always includes those same two horrible
Often our words are more than words—they are floodlights. They pierce through our facades and our artifice, and into our shadow places, and they reveal who we are. Many times
To People of Color Living in America, I’m not sure whether you’ve noticed, but a lot of us white Christian folks here in America are really on edge these days.
Dear Friend, Mother’s Day is nearly here and I was thinking about you. I was wondering what this day is like for you. I realized it may not be what it