When You’ll Be Fine is the Wrong Answer

When You’ll Be Fine is the Wrong Answer

I’m afraid, she said. I’m anxious something will go wrong. Will you pray with me? Though I knew Moriah’s fears were unlikely to be realized, I hesitated to persuade her otherwise. What she needed in the moment wasn’t a “you’ll be...

Jesus with Skin On

Through the years, community has meant different things to me. I live in the community in which I was raised. There’s safety and familiarity in knowing those around you, in others knowing where you’ve been and to whom you belong. I experienced community when my child...

A Dirty Kitchen Floor

I was on my hands and knees scrubbing her floor. I had just finished washing dishes that had been piled up for days. The placed reeked as a I moved dishes around so I could clean the sink in order to get the job done. “This isn’t what they taught in grad...

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