“Soy, green tea latte, no classic syrup, one raw sugar, 170 degrees, and no foam”, I order a friend’s drink from my favorite barista, down at our local coffee stand. “Oh, we don’t have what we need to make that”, she shrinks back, pointing me to Starbucks. Ugh. I really need that exact order, I reluctantly […]
When I Was A Fourteen Year-old Runaway – Announcement
I was fourteen.  Swayed by the schoolgirl whose mom was non-existent; yet paid the mortgage so her daughter wouldn’t be homeless. I longed for acceptance. My charismatic friend seemed to give it, while simultaneously criticizing my church-going parents; telling me I should be free, just like her. I was ignorant, so I followed. I ran away […]
Shattering the Lies of Insecurity
I sobbed all the way to the first small group I ever went to. Â Scared, young, fearing I was too un-spiritual. Â Worried of being asked to read the Bible. Â Petrified of what I might look like to others. Would I come across weird, or lost, or stupid? But most of all I was horrified of small […]
Shattering Your Mirrors of Adversity
The walls felt like they were closing. It was as if I had come from a mountain-top experience….to swoop low, hollow, walking unexpectedly out of the rivers of freedom. And it was dark, really dark. The people I thought might have been there were gone. And sometimes you don’t really know what you have until the […]
Shattering Religious Duty
It’s Easter. I find myself driving out into the open. All alone. Four inch patent leathers pushing the gas petal, leading me far from home… Where I can grow small in light of His wide open spaces…. I had told them, “I don’t think I can do Easter this Sunday; eggs, large performances, wildly lavished stages….instead […]
Shatter Your Mirrors – Part 2
I bet you have one. Â No…more than one. Â O.k. truth be told, you probably have two, or three, or more. You know, those things dangling from your walls, sitting above your hope chest, the thing you look at every time you enter the bathroom, or bedroom, or slip into the drivers seat? Â A mirror. In America, […]