Where Passion & Purpose Collide
I had heard of this talented gal – and had watched her perform (with her crazy-amazing voice and gorgeous curls) – long before I’d had the pleasure of meeting her in the flesh. Leaving her home state of Michigan to grow new roots in Florida, this wife and momma has a story of struggle and resilience that will inspire both hope and greater levels of intentionality in your… Read More
This sweet cow-huggin’, cookie-bakin’, math-teachin’ Alabama girl captured my heart early on during our mutual rendezvous with The Influence Network. Her honesty and vulnerability is both refreshing and convicting, and her story hope-stirring. Meet Ali… WHAT’S YOUR STORY, MORNING GLORY? I grew up in a wonderful Christian home, but it wasn’t until I met the end of myself that I truly met the… Read More
Let’s not pretend that we don’t have a problem on our hands. And let’s not pretend it isn’t a deep-seated, tender, ripped-raw one. Let’s not pretend that sin doesn’t abound where words are many, or that complete silence is any better. Let’s not pretend that hard conversations don’t need to take place, or that we’ll not have to stay silent… Read More
AS A TRIBE OF WOMEN, STRIVING TO LIVE FULLY ALIVE & WHOLEHEARTEDLY EMBRACE GRACE, WE WILL: Choose joy every single day. Ask brave questions & bring honest answers. Silence the urge to compete. Feed gratitude. Starve comparison. Own your story. Rejection happens. Smile & shake it off. Watch your words. Speak life. Say yes to living in the… Read More
Alstoemeria. A common flower, if ever I’ve seen one. Put a few flashy flowers – like gerbera daisies, a cluster of ranunculus or a pincushion protea for flare – into an arrangement, and you can simply pad it with greenery and alstoemeria. She’s the ‘filler’ of flower department, if you will. Not too costly, not too fancy. She adequately fills in where the important… Read More
Until recent years, I hadn’t dared to challenge many of our widely accepted and deeply entrenched ideas about what it means to know God, and about what it is that actually produces spirituality. But I’ve discovered incredible freedom in allowing my spiritual feathers to get ruffled, forcing me to dig more deeply into what it is I actually believe, rather than simply regurgitating… Read More
We begged and pleaded with Papa to allow us to go. For years we took classes in missiology and theology and how-to-do-this-life-well-ology, sold our home, gave away our things, found an army of loved ones to partner with us and circled this vision of reaching the lost in constant prayer. We knew Papa had called us to shine his Light… Read More
I spent most of my adolescent years aching to be someone else. Any body else. And while I can say that I’ve finally learned to embrace the quirky, awkwardly transparent, people-loving introvert I’ve grown into, I still occasionally stumble into that place of longing for the ability to behave or perform or create like another. I often struggle with comparing… Read More
Something stirred deep in my belly as I stared at those notes… Authenticity. Vulnerability. Community. 3 simple words that carry so much life and freedom. And fear. We fear exposure and rejection so fiercely, we’re willing to avoid it altogether. What does it actually mean to be authentic? Why do we struggle so desperately with allowing ourselves to be seen? To be vulnerable? And how… Read More
Tears sprang to my eyes without warning. I stood at the door wringing my hands like “those other” nervous moms do. My not yet 6 year old was leaving with her Daddy and our dear “Uncle” to give blankets to the cold, shoes to the shoeless and umbrellas to the roofless. Our oldest daughter is our little one… Read More
Yes, believe it or not, I am still alive. Alive and kicking, complete with jazz hands. It was over tea with a new friend a few weeks ago that I realized just long it had been. How long since I’d started this little blog, and how long it had been since I’d actually written on it. While it wasn’t intentional,… Read More
I talk about sex a lot. In public, none the less. And I love it. As the demand for this particular talk has grown, and as I’ve bravely shared my own messy story, the regularity with which I get asked awkward questions has grown too. I love that part too. It has afforded me the opportunity to wrap my arms… Read More
