One of my most vivid memories of family vacations growing up was the stuff of which parents’ nightmares are made. Everything ended up well, and it wasn’t Us level in the sense of horror, but it made its mark on an otherwise really good beach vacation. My middle brother was floating on a pool raft…
Sorrow of sorrows, each moment passes and grief grows. I sit in darkness alone. I rock back and forth as my soul groans. Here I find myself acquainted with grief. Here I sit in darkness and disbelief. Why did you take her so soon? Why did death wrap her in its cocoon? No one is…
We live in a world of constant comparison. It’s a chaotic, unending cycle, and it’s driving us mad. We compare childcare practices like, “I would never feed my child that”—whatever that is. We compare our neighborhoods like, “I would never live in that neighborhood—whatever and wherever that neighborhood is.” We compare our social media likes…
Stories are profound--mostly because they are human. They tap into the human experience and give expression to our deepest hurts and longings. A good story leaves us changed. Because stories aren’t simply informative. They’re transformative. If you walk away from a film like Get Out with a list of facts about who the characters are…
This is the second post in a series of reflections on Psalm 139.
This is the first post in series of reflections on Psalm 139.