My Mother Gave Me The Gift of Words
When She Gave Me Words, She Gave Me God.
A God Who's One of Us
Why didn't Jesus come as a woman, my daughter asked.
When Hope Gives Up on Magical Results
Since my son's accident, everything I believe about hope has changed.
The grownups are singing, "Just as I am," in the pew behind me.
The Wall My Daughter Can't Get Past
I've stopped trying to climb over it or knock it down. Now I just sit there.
The Long Goodbye
I was raised with a precise and comprehensive picture of who God is.
Why I Stay
And in those moments the possibility of You grows and grows until I am unhoused and undone, almost too alive for this world.