Wishful Thinking

Wishful Thinking

(Thoughts from chapter ten of Things We’ve Handed Down: Twelve Letters I Leave for You, based on the book Wishful Thinking by Frederick Buechner.) There are writers whose words feel like home. Frederick Buechner is that kind of writer for me. Not just an author...
Hope Has its Reasons

Hope Has its Reasons

(Thoughts from chapter nine of Things We’ve Handed Down: Twelve Letters I Leave for You, based on the book, Hope Has It’s Reasons, by Rebecca Pippert.)  Hope. Not the flimsy kind of hope we tape onto our lives like a bandage....
The Art of Being You

The Art of Being You

—thoughts from Chapter 8 in Things We’ve Handed Down:Twelve Letters I Leave for You (based on the book The Art of Being You by Bob Kilpatrick and Joel Kilpatrick).  We often picture God like a mechanic—someone we call when things break down. The engine fails, the...
The Value of Each Moment

The Value of Each Moment

Life moves fast. Too fast. We rush from one task to the next, barely pausing to notice the moments that make up our days. But what if we slowed down? What if we truly saw what was right in front of us? The Psalms remind us to treasure time, to be fully present with...
More Than Numbers

More Than Numbers

We’ve been trained to count. Count heads in the room. Count dollars in the bank. Count followers, likes, scores, stats. Count the books sold. The sermons preached. The hands raised. The buildings built. The crowds gathered. And when the numbers aren’t high, we feel...
Seven Suggestions for Spring and Summer

Seven Suggestions for Spring and Summer

Spring arrives, bringing new life. Trees budding, flowers blooming, the air warming. Then comes summer, stretching days longer, inviting us outside, shifting our schedules. But what if these seasons became more than just transitions in the calendar? What if they...
Finding Balance & Leaving a Legacy

Finding Balance & Leaving a Legacy

Two audiobooks. One life-changing invitation. Some days feel like tightropes. Not the glorious kind of performance art. Just a weary walk over thin lines— between too much and too little, between burnout and boredom, between people-pleasing and falling apart. We...