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“No longer do I claim to believe in the god of the Sunday songs, but I cannot seem to stay away from his house.” Join me as I search for the North Star.
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“No longer do I claim to believe in the god of the Sunday songs, but I cannot seem to stay away from his house.” Join me as I search for the North Star.
Hello old friends. I finally did it; I finally launched a new blog. It is called, “Searching for the North Star” and would not be, but for the love, time, and kindness of the folks who I met along the…
I’ve missed you, folks. It’s been a few weeks since I showed up around here. Your world has continued to spin and life continued to happen in all of its daily-ness and adventure. So has mine. As sweet…
Yesterday, a long-prayed prayer came true in my adopted home church as Love Manhattan rolled out. It was so good. Better than Josh Garrels-jamming-in-my-Hobbit-House good.Better than chocolate-and-peanut-butter good.Better than even the WildCats-winning good. At the beginning of the Sunday conversation, a…
I gave my ring away. The one that I purchased a year ago in a tiny shop along the Gainesville, Georgia, square. It was gorgeous and is called, “The Tree of Life.” I have been wearing it in place of…
Some things knock the wind out of us, pillage our pride, jump all over our post toasties, and challenge our faith. Usually, we get back up – most often with considerable help and prayer and humility – and we…
Silence. All I can hear is my in and out breathing and the hum of the air conditioner. I am on my face again – in this child's pose and on an old familiar blue rug – seeking God…
wrecked.org Today, my friend is going to whoop it up with her family in preparation for baby #2. There will soon be a party, well-loved people, presents, and – most likely – popped balloons filling this joyful home.…
One thing I've learned in this season is that sorrow visits every house. Each family. Strangers on a train. And there is so little to be said to help ease the pain of loss. Often, all we can really do is…