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A Season For Everything
Most of us love consistency. Reliability. Traditions. Dependability. Sureness.
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What If the Apple Glitch Wasn’t A Mistake?
Apple… you got me.
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Letter No. 11: Dear Conviction
Dear Dr. Russell Moore, I’m someone who self-identifies as an “evangelical.”
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The Biggest Threat to Christianity is Not Jen Hatmaker
Jen Hatmaker embracing gay marriage is not the biggest threat to modern Christianity. But last month, you’d have thought it was.
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Dear Wayne Grudem (and other Trump-Stumping Theologians):
While many prominent pastors and Christians refuse to stump for Donald Trump, theologians like Wayne Grudem and others have come out of the woodwork in enthusiastic support. Grudem’s post this week, Why Voting For Donald Trump is a Morally Good Choice, is now making the rounds and was sent to me by a friend who…
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5 Ways for Tired Women to Reconnect With God
I’m tired. Tired. Tired. Are you with me? For me, it’s been awhile coming and for those who know me and my schedule, they’re probably not surprised by those words. But I’m not tired in the way that you think (okay, well maybe just a bit of that too).
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Jesus Peeps
I’ve been meditating on John 17 today. It really is a mesmerizing piece of Scripture. It shares part of a conversation between Jesus and the Father that I can practically hear live. Jesus had peeps. People. A Tribe. People that he cared about deeply. He was human, after all. And when he spoke with his…
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Project: Suffering
I’ve read the entire book of Job in one sitting twice in my life. The first was on a plane. A window seat in an aisle to myself was the setting for my anguish and my desperate reading. I was pregnant. But not for long. The day before I’d been told that my hormones would…
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Life is short. Ask … anyone.
Yesterday our community, and our family personally, felt the horrific loss of Sharron Cantrell, the principal of Spring Hill Elementary School, Case’s school. It was a shock to everyone. I know that there are many, many people who feel the loss in a greater and more personal way than me, Case, or the rest of…
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Proud resident of Chaos, Tennessee
A dirty shirt still 20 feet from the laundry basket. The matching pants 10 feet further, still inside out. A toy that will pierce the bottom of your foot. Next to one that’s broken because it already has. A few crumbs on the floor… well, a lot of crumbs. Even more crumbs next to an…