jesus loves strippers too…
Bruno Mars played in the background, cigarette smoke filled the air. The haze and blaring music was like a disguise masking the reason men entered dimly lit doorways into buildings with no windows. The reason is simple: Sex sells. We held hot pink gift bags with zebra...
podcast: starting a ministry…
From time to time I meet amazing people who have great questions about starting a ministry. I shuffle my feet and wring my hands because really, I can’t answer the question. It’s akin to asking a toddler how they trained for the Olympics. They—like...
with or without…
I love to cook, but I’m admittedly not a chef. When we have guests and I’m preparing to whip up a meal, I undoubtedly will stress out and make a meal far outside of my skill set. But if my family comes over, I will default to what I know: quesadillas with...
moving back in as a 20something…
On your bedroom wall, there is a 5×7 foot poster of the entire N*Sync crew. It’s framed. Justin Timberlake grins out from behind his blonde, curly man bang at you, seeming to say, “Hey girl. It’s been a while. You look different.” All manner of plush fluffy...the power of introverts…
Friends, just when I think I’ve overcome the languid days of homeschool dorkdom, freeing myself from the stereotypes of maladjusted and socially awkward moments, I’m reminded that I will forever be socially awkward—except with boisterous laughter and...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
