Mary Poppins Isn’t Real: Thoughts on Doing Summer Slow

I have this thing I do every summer, where I decide that this is going to be the BEST SUMMER EVER! I have big plans for big fun with my family of four. We will hit the splashpad and the pool, the zoo, the children’s museum. Ice cream! Grill outs! Parties! VACATION!!!! We need to make memories, people! We’ve got two months to MAKE IT MAGICAL! I have this theory that … [Read More]



Permission to Be Loved

We sat around the table on a Monday afternoon eating turkey sandwiches when my friend said, I’m bisexual. Um, please pass the honey mustard? It might have been … [Read More]


When the Internet Explodes With Abuse, How Do We Respond?

[TRIGGER WARNING] I wish this were a discussion we didn’t need to have. Last week, the Internet blew up with news about the Duggar family. There was also news … [Read More]



I Broke Up With My Therapist

I have the best therapist. Seriously. The best. Available 24 hours a day. Blessedly silent. Accepting of all my issues. And—most importantly—accepting of my … [Read More]


The Red Couch: Silence Introduction

Many years ago, I attended a small Christian high school.  Though I took Bible classes every year, most of the discussions we had about God and theology have faded … [Read More]

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The Red Couch: Embracing The Body Discussion

To learn more about "Embracing the Body," please read the introductory post. Be sure to peruse The Nightstand in that post, which has resources for those wanting to learn more about the topic and themes of this month's selection. We also enjoyed a wonderful … [Read More]


The True Work of God?

I am deep in the fog of motherhood. I am also deep in a space of grief. That is hard for me to say because I have desperately wanted to become a mother. Through nine years of infertility, I waited for my baby. And now she's here, and I am completely in love … [Read More]


For Some Things There Are No Wrong Seasons

It didn't behave like anything you had ever imagined. The wind tore at the trees, the rain fell for days slant and hard. The back of the hand to everything. I watched the trees bow and their leaves fall and crawl back into the earth. As though, … [Read More]


I Have This Audacious Dream

My husband and I pray together at night before we go to sleep. It’s wonderful, and something we’d never done until recently. Sure we prayed around the dinner table and in church, but the heartfelt prayers? They were for God’s ears alone, until our relationship … [Read More]


Permission to Fail

On Friday, May 8, when the election results were announced in Britain, I spent the whole day with a red and puffy face, and I couldn’t stop crying. Friends wondered why I was so upset about politics, but it was because I knew, even as it was announced, this … [Read More]


Wading Further Into Grace

By Rachel Ann Smolen | @smolennation There are some pieces of earth, at certain moments under certain circumstances, that feel more sacred than common. I had that feeling earlier this spring as I practically skipped across a parking lot under the canopy … [Read More]


The Day I Allowed Myself To Cry

I called her for an appointment because I thought I needed help dealing with a bad ending to a job I’d just left. After we lined up our schedules, I drove 45 minutes to meet her, confident that after she heard my story, she’d provide me with neat and tidy … [Read More]


Everything Is Permissible

By Yabome Gilpin-Jackson | Twitter: @supportdevelop Everything is permissible, but not everything is helpful. Everything is permissible, but not everything builds up. 1 Corinthians 10:23 Everything is permissible. Really. As human beings with … [Read More]


My Big, Loud, Dreamy Marriage

The first two years of my marriage were loud. Reverberating slams. Stomping away. Disgusted voices. Angry silences. More than once, I wondered if my dad was right. Did I marry too soon? Did I marry the wrong person? Did I make a horrible, horrible … [Read More]


Becoming A Father Worth Loving

By Jamie Arpin-Ricci | Twitter: @missional For most of my life I dreamed about being a father. In the innocence (and naïveté) of youth, I imagined a brood of six to eight children filling my home. Having a father I love and who clearly loves me, I could … [Read More]