It is so much easier for me to "see" if I tell a story. This blog is one of the places that happens.

Parking Lot Peace

There was a heaviness I couldn’t shake. Sunlight made its way through the one window in my college dorm room, but that was all I could handle. I didn’t bother turning on any lights, and as the knots in my stomach twisted tighter, the few steps it would take to fall into my bed felt like too much. “God, where are you?” I pleaded. Questions and uncertainty weighed heavy, like the books filling the backpack I threw in the corner. Dropping to the floor, I couldn’t pray. I couldn’t even cry. All I wanted to do was lay there, face down. For years, one question haunted me. It became the heckling jester commanding my heart: If I didn’t feel God’s love and kept messing up in life, how could

The Liar

Kurt held the door to the sanctuary, and we smiled as we passed him, hurrying to our seats. The sun poured in through the stain glass windows, casting its light on the warm conversation and handshaking. People came by whispering, “It’s good to see you,” “So glad you could make it”, and I nodded, whispering back the same because being there is refreshing, like the water that brings life to their fields. God’s pleasure fills that little country church. It’s a place where hearing from God comes easy, where authenticity is a priority and "keeping up with the Jones's" has lost its luster. Dale came out from behind the podium, like he always does, standing in front of us. He spoke about God u

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