I loved fairytales when I was a kid. (I still do. Give me Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Narnia any day and I’m a happy camper.) I loved getting lost in a make-believe world where anything was possible. In that world, the limitations of being a kid were of little consequence.
How do you establish who you are apart from your parents? What if your family and friends disagree with your beliefs, values, or goals? Can you still stay close? What about making friends—can you be friends with someone with differing political views, a different lifestyle, or other beliefs than you?
If you missed the last blog post introducing the Book of Psalms, we made an observation that is going to help us as we embark on a journey through some specific psalms in the weeks to come, and that observation is this: The Psalms teach us how to live by teaching us how to pray.
How do you deal with toxic people? You’re probably thinking, “Ditch ’em.” And we don’t blame you, but as you bounce from friendship to friendship, you’ll likely find that everyone has some toxicity.
Have you ever gone to church before and thought, “I wish I could bottle this feeling up and take it home with me”? Whether it was the tangible presence of the Lord during the bridge of your favorite song, the insightful preaching of the biblical text, or the encouragement that comes from gathering together with other believers, we can often leave church with a tinge of sadness, knowing that such an experience comes only once every seven days.
We’ve all experienced hurt, betrayal, and brokenness in our relationships. Unresolved hurt almost always leads to trust issues. So, how do we love like we’ve never been hurt?
When followers of Jesus come face to face with brokenness, what do we do? Maybe for you, brokenness stirs up feelings that you’re not quite sure what to do with or you don’t quite understand how to engage it.
Why is making friends so hard? Like, don’t we all just want to be known? The desire to be seen, understood, and heard is hardwired in all of us. So why do we cringe at the idea of putting ourselves out there?
Sometimes on Saturday mornings our bedroom door cracks open and I see the shadowy outline of tousled hair and an oversized t-shirt sneak into our room. This small visitor crawls quietly between me and my husband, as the early morning light peaks over the window sill. Everything is quiet.
