How my brain injury changed my definition of “hard”

My body has always been pretty healthy. My brain, not so much. I can identify what I believe were at least two concussions growing up. Once I had the wind knocked out of me in a soccer practice in third grade and I felt woozy and lay on the grass for a while, trying to …

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A Guide to Doing Hard Things in the Land of Not Yet

One of my posts from last week was actually part of a draft for a talk I gave in church today. The topic was "We can do hard things!" Here are my more complete thoughts on that and on how Christ is essential to our ability to overcome.  Today I want to talk about the Land …

Not Yet

Today I want to tell you about the Land of Not Yet—a beautiful and dangerous place, a place with innumerable pitfalls and opportunities. Not Yet is full of every imaginable landscape, plant, animal and person. Sometimes Not Yet appears to be a land of black and white. People there can choose to be kind or …

Angels, a prose poem

When you're called to be sick and not well, when you're called to mourn, not rejoice, when you're called to sit in sackcloth and ash not splendorous robes, when the ache of days fades to the ache of night, when friends become foes and foes strike in their might, when God beats a distant drum …