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i [heart] albuquerque…
Like a weathered pair of boots. Like a morning bed. Like a leather glove. Somethings just fit well. From the moment I touched down in Albuquerque, New Mexico to the moment I flew away, I felt like family. To be honest, I didn’t know if it was commonplace to...
prayers answered…
Warning: I may get uber spiritual right now. Just bear with me. I don’t like when people get super mystical about prayer. I never have. I can vividly remember a lady from church acting like she was telling ghost stories when she would recount prayers being...racial reconciliation: loving our neighbor…
Color lines are difficult to draw. To talk about racial tension and reconciliation stirs up feelings of discomfort and nothing seems to fit in the tidy 64-color Crayola box. With a cultural landscape that is blending and melting into various colors, how we as a Church...
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...counting holes, healing, and believing jesus…
Oh bliss! Oh rapture! Oh joy! Guess who got her stitches out? 23 glorious knots of black synthetic polymer string was removed from my wrist and I’m bubbling over with joy! Though I’m a looooong way from recovery, the 20 minutes of doctor-approved computer...
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.]
