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I haven’t written in a very long time. I haven’t had the words. I haven’t felt the purpose. I used to pour my heart out into these pages and post the blog on social media for friends and followers to read and share. It helped to have an outlet, to...

If a man is poisoned and dying in a restaurant, he won’t sit quietly in the corner of the room. He won’t modestly put his head down while the poison overtakes and kills him. He’ll sputter and froth at the mouth and clutch the arm of the person closest to...

I recently got to spend the day fangirling one of my favorite authors, Rob Bell, on the last day of his “How to Be” tour. I loved his book, How to Be Here, and my sweet friend surprised me with tickets to this event for my birthday. I’m not even...

This morning, a friend wrote a very vulnerable, broken post on Facebook. She has recently been diagnosed with cancer and every doctor’s appointment reveals more and more terrifying news. She has the bravest faces I’ve ever seen. She has one for every day, one for every outfit, one for every...

Big day in America, the Fourth of July. Fireworks, barbeques, beer, pie, ice cream, tank tops, family, sunburns, and love… lots and lots of love. Smiles so big your face hurts at the end of the day. Sticky fingers on little hands. Popsicles that melt too fast and stain your...

A friend of mine calls it itchy feet… that feeling he gets when it’s time to go Walkabout. It’s a restlessness that begins in the heart and metastasizes throughout the soul. A niggling thought that if left ignored, can become a major distraction. I have itchy feet! I have a...

I haven’t written in a while because I haven’t been able to put into words the Feelings that have consumed me these past couple of weeks. I am on a journey I never imagined. I have met travelers along the way who have Found themselves on a similar journey. Their...

I’ve made it pretty obvious that I hate winter, but in case we haven’t met, let me tell you up front and as plainly as I can: I hate winter. I hate being cold. I don’t like the sound or feel of snow crunching under my boots. I cannot stand...