On a grey morning in February, I tucked myself into the back corner of the cutest café Liverpool has to offer, with a cinnamon-maple latte and my journal, for what had become an annual tradition of reflection. The mug fit perfectly in my hands, comforting and soothing, and was the perfect moody grey to match …
This is an invitation to dive deeper into exploring our beliefs so we can understand how we view ourselves, and our world, and our role in the world. When we are brave enough to ask ourselves hard questions, we give ourselves the opportunity to course-correct. It allows us to intentionally discard ways of viewing the …
I had a feeling the announcement was coming. Those little inklings had been skittering over the surface of my mind for weeks, but I had hoped I was wrong, and was still totally unprepared for the jolt of hurt and betrayal that shot through the center of my chest in that moment. A colleague had …
It’s easier to guard our energy than to guard our time. Our time feels so precious, doesn’t it? We try to guard it so carefully, probably because we are all running so close to the edge, and we have designs on virtually every waking minute, and so we get very attached to the idea of …
There’s a sweet spot between being totally adrift, and being owned by your to-do list, and lately I’ve been calling it my “daily bread.” The phrase comes from one of the most well-known prayers in the Christian faith, a pearl of simplicity among more lofty spiritual ideas. It speaks of contentment and trust, and the …
Hope is a tricky thing when the future is hazy. It feels like you’re doing a thousand-piece puzzle, with no idea of what the end result will look like. No matter what, though, I know this: It’s not going to look like the past. Your past is only your past. It is not your present. …
I feel like my heart is pulled in one hundred directions each day. I want to be brave and sweet and bold and kind, but too often, I find myself distracted. Life gets hectic, things get hard, and I start worrying about my future, or my silly to-do list, or whether I’m doing enough. I …
The story of my friendship with Kelly is nothing short of redemptive, and not just because Kelly has this insane beauty about her and I tend to consider myself phenomenally uncool, but because it was so very unexpected, so very unlikely, and so very essential to bringing my heart back to light. I didn’t have …
“I rued the day once. Didn’t get much else done.” –Chandler Bing A few years ago, I went through a season of intense fallout. I’d made some choices that seemed like really good, solid choices at first, and truthfully, I made them knowing that I was stepping into a massively volatile situation, but I’d convinced …
The night I met Stephen, we played a game that was sort of like a combination of the card game Mafia and freeze tag. It’s not a card game, you get up and move, and you play after dark, with all the lights off in the house. There’s a “killer” who wins by finding and …