Why the Cross is Hope for all Our Busted Expectations

It's Palm Sunday and I'm grumbling in the back, feeling anything but arm waving and hallelujahs. And Abba, He gently nudges me, gently asks why the dark cloud? It takes me a few minutes and then I hit on it. I'm so disappointed that I once again fell for the trap. The trap of an…

When God Doesn’t Answer Your Prayers

It’s 2 am and I’m sitting with a screaming child who can’t understand why in the world they’re awake when it’s pitch black out. Time zone changes and international travel will do that to ya, baby girl. It’s a whole lot of confusing and we’re just trying to get through the night. Which is all…

How are You Spending Your One Life?

We're all back in the city of angels for the first time since those nomadic years. First Girl and Little One take it all in, wandering the streets with wide-eyed fascination at all the characters, some even in costume. This place, it has a pull. It calls to people with whispered promises of fame and…

Our Privilege As People of the Cross

Last week I'm flying through the air in the wee early hours of my 32nd birthday. We're somewhere over Germany when First Girl starts belting out "Happy Birthday." Celebration knows no bounds and when joy spills over, all you can do is grab a cup and try to catch some. Because joy isn't always easy…