A few weeks ago, I wrote about when God doesn’t give us what we want. This week, I’m writing about when He does. When I stepped into my apartment almost a month ago, I cried. My kitchen drawers were already filled, my couch already set against the wall, my bookshelves already stacked with books. Earlier …
A few months ago, I had a week to decide between two jobs that would set me on two divergent career paths. From what I could tell, each job would allow me to use my passions and my gifts, leaving me without a clue about which choice was right. So I called mentors and friends, …
Words matter. We can all remember the things that have been said to us, both kind and unkind: the encouragement from a loved one in the darkest of valleys, the mean phrases yelled at us on the playground, and the penetrating advice that called into sharp relief the flaws we thought were secret. The people …
When I was little, I loved the scene in C. S. Lewis’s book The Voyage of the Dawn Treader in which the character Eustace Scrubb greedily steals a gold bracelet from a dragon’s lair and promptly turns into a dragon. The gold bracelet, once big on his little boy’s wrist, becomes dangerously tight as his …
It is impossible to ignore the brokenness and pain in our country and in our world today. We would be doing a disservice to our loved ones and to our community if we did not speak up. Ana, Molly and I acknowledge that we have a platform we can use to fight for social justice …
