blessings for the broken part four

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness. . . When did we buy the lie that happiness is the means to happiness? That what feels good is right and what is painful is wrong? Hungry is not comfort. Thirsty is not pleasure.

homesick

My mind replays tapes of failure when I lie in bed too long awake. Things neglected. Things forgotten. People neglected. People forgotten. Failure that I'm not really sure is always failure.

a life as unmanageable as my hair

I will always remember a dear friend's words. I had three little ones and so did she. Once, when I apologized for not calling her, she said, "That's okay, Deb. We all know when you have a baby you disappear for about six months." I loved her so much for knowing me like that. Better than …

power in a parking lot

Yesterday, I had a Jesus moment. That moment when everything around you, all the stuff you are trying to do for Him is stripped away and your eyes are open to what ministry looked like to Jesus. I've seen it before. Many times. On the other side of the world. Healing. Feeding. Preaching to crowds. …

the truth heals, part two

The blog post today is written by Dave. In the previous post, I wrote about letting go of Dave's recovery. My prayer in the last few years of his addiction finally became a simple, "If he's lying, please don't let him get away with it." I still pray that prayer -- for Dave and even for my …

there’s something I have to tell you

I've been doing this blog for almost a year now . . . and I still haven't told our whole story. If I'm ever going to get it all out there, I'm going to have to be more consistent. More organized. More brave. * * * * * The writer Anne Lamott tweeted this the …