
A Letter to My Daughter
My sweet girl, There are mornings when I wake up and see you for the first time, and it looks like you’ve grown overnight; you’re taller or your face

My sweet girl, There are mornings when I wake up and see you for the first time, and it looks like you’ve grown overnight; you’re taller or your face

The woman’s voice began to quiver. She’d just introduced herself to me in the hallway of our church, and for a couple of minutes she’d held it together. But as she

This week a Christianity Today article made some social media noise, asking the question “Who’s in charge of the Christian blogosphere?” It was a loaded one, for sure. On its

Lots of beautiful things grow in manure. It is often in the absolute worst conditions that life springs up in surprisingly defiant ways, pushing back against the most dire circumstances

My sweet girl, There are mornings when I wake up and see you for the first time, and it looks like you’ve grown overnight; you’re taller or your face

The woman’s voice began to quiver. She’d just introduced herself to me in the hallway of our church, and for a couple of minutes she’d held it together. But as she

This week a Christianity Today article made some social media noise, asking the question “Who’s in charge of the Christian blogosphere?” It was a loaded one, for sure. On its

Lots of beautiful things grow in manure. It is often in the absolute worst conditions that life springs up in surprisingly defiant ways, pushing back against the most dire circumstances