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Before I even knew him, he called me friend.
It starts with us—ordinary, regular us—taking one step, then two, and then a hundred small steps in an intentional direction.
In the span of God’s wide and rowdy family, we all belong to one another and there is no such thing as other people’s children.
We are family not because we bear the same last name — but because we bear the image of the same God.
Dear Mid-life, 40-Something Birthday — Blow out your dripping candles from the Dollar Store this week, circling there on your gluten-free birthday cake like a miniature candlelight vigil because there…
We make gospel bridges into our home because we notice the people around us and their needs.
When we change the world for someone else, we change it for ourselves too.
Often what we need to hear most is reflected back to us through the journey of someone else.
Woman. She is so treasured and essential that God couldn’t pull His pen through even one chapter of His epic tale without her flowing from His heart and onto the page.
Aren’t we all looking for the same exact things, to be accepted and loved in our brokenness?
Christ calls us beyond our fears and desire for comfort to trust Him.
Let’s talk — I’d love for us to get to know each other…
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