I have always found comfort in the absolutes. This is wrong and this is right. Bad guy. Good guy. Wide path. Narrow path. As a young believer growing up, I loved living in a black and white world. My little human brain could handle the...

One of the most beautiful lessons I have learned from my parents over the years is that building kingdoms here on earth will not make you happy.  There is something about having little that gives one such a feeling of freedom. My dad has truly toiled...

I am a mom of two little girls. One is seven years old, the other five. I have the opportunity to partner with my husband in his work, and really enjoy helping him in that regard.   My weeks are filled with two different carpool lines,...

Being seen, acknowledged, and admired has admittedly been a big driving force in my life. The never-satisfied hunger for approval and attention has motivated many of my decisions. When I was little, I would dream of being a movie star. I pictured myself surrounded by...

My ten-year-old daughter and I recently ran a 5k together. We were excited that morning as we got ready to go. It was cold, but at least the sun was shining. It was a beautiful day to run. Our whole family had been counting down...

As a young child, I had this idea in my mind of what prayer looked like. It meant bowing your head, closing your eyes, and reciting “God is Great” before a meal. I’m thankful that is not all communicating with God is, a respectful recitation, because...

As a twenty-something, the pressure to develop your own identity, to stand out of the crowd, seems to keep growing.   The entire concept behind Facebook hinges on how you want to be perceived by others. You choose your profile picture, update your status, control what...

The “Me” series was a lot to process, bringing much conviction of my sinful bent to love myself more than God. But in the midst of all that conviction, Bill’s message on “Vanity: I Love/Hate My Body” brought an unexpected word of comfort to this...

“True humility is not thinking less of yourself; it is thinking of yourself less.” CS Lewis, Mere Christianity CS Lewis's definition of humility keeps coming back to my mind as I think through and process what we learned in the "Me" series. In some ways, it goes...

I never realized how much I have in common with a proud, hard to love hunter in Greek mythology until walking through our previous series. I never would have put Narcissus and myself in the same sentence, but now I frequently do. Just like him, I...

Sleep.  It’s something that eludes me. I suffer long and frequent bouts of sleeplessness. I don’t know which is worse though, the sleepless nights or the prescription medicine to prevent it! This particular medication for helping me to get some rest has possibly the worst taste...

In my fiftieth year of life, there are some aspects I like about getting older, such as growing a bit wiser, more experienced, more focused, and less concerned about little things that don’t matter. But other things, I don’t like at all, such as the...

This week’s sermon has had a few days to marinate now, to sink into my thoughts, and I noticed something. Every time I became slightly frustrated, irritated, or bothered in the last few days, there is a trend. It is usually all about me. It’s...

My ears and heart have listened to many spoken words. Some words were needed and like food for my soul. Others would have been better unheard and undigested in my mind. Whether good or bad, words often have a sticky quality; they lodge themselves in...

There is a "grove" of massive pecan trees on our old property. They give lovely shade in the summer and produce a harvest every other fall. They look so strong. But they tend to snap off large branches in unpredictable ways. We've had a car...

  I stopped immediately as they walked by, pausing mid-sentence to take it all in – the beauty, the perfectly coiffed hair, the slim figures, the flawless skin, the unique and expensive dresses accessorized with the perfect heels and equally expensive jewelry. They oozed money, status,...

I have to be honest. Social media these days is wearing me out. Instead of seeing pictures of friends and family, more often than not I find my news feeds filled with articles and long-winded posts about the latest culture craze. (We can stop for...

I was looking in the mirror the other morning at my body. I have been working hard to eat right and exercise in order to lose the weight I gained while pregnant. My goal weight is now within my grasp. Success brought a smile of...

Do you remember as a child how good it felt to be invited over to someone’s house? Of course, it stills feels good to be invited as an adult. But there was something extra special and exciting about being invited to a party or a...

I remember my grandmother as a woman of hope, but not a woman of faith. At least, we didn’t share the same faith....

A few days ago, I put my hand on my wife Lacey's stomach and felt our son moving for the first time. I suppose there were days when that was the only ultrasound people could get, and for me it had the same effect: a...

I’m seventeen years old, sitting in the passenger seat of a car next to my small group leader. We’re driving back from a youth retreat and I’m the only student in her car, which looking back, I think was purposeful. She’s got me cornered....

I love to write. I love the actual art of writing. I can spend hours carefully considering a paragraph or a sentence or even a word....

As we drove towards the village where the Bible school was to be held, I saw a road paved across a flat, wide plot of land with Mount Kenya towering over us on the right and the Aberdare mountain range running like hills to the...

Spending a weekend on a retreat with a few hundred middle school kids can make you feel either really young or really old (or both, depending on the time of day!)....