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Finding Your True Worth and Identity in a Word

Finding Your True Worth and Identity in a Word

You and I suffer the same snake bite. We question the worth spoken into us by our Creator. By doubting our original design from God, we lost touch with God as Creator. We search for validation in ill-written dictionaries, which cry: find your worth in your accomplishments, your bathroom mirror, your bank account, your philosophy, your social media likes.

Why I’m in Therapy. And Maybe You Should Be Too.

Why I’m in Therapy. And Maybe You Should Be Too.

Notice everyone Jesus blessed is needy. Being blessed is more than a sassy ironic Southern idiom. For Jesus it meant bowing to receive God’s personal touch of grace. We cannot receive God’s blessing standing tall and proud, unwilling to recognize our need for God’s grace. It is admitting I can’t do this alone but I can do it with you.

How to Hope in the New Year

How to Hope in the New Year

When regret becomes chronic, we become bound to the past, a past that no longer is and that we have probably misinterpreted. Hoping backward then leads to anger, anxiety, shame, false guilt, powerlessness, and an inability to make decisions. We become neurotic ghosts.

Waiting on God in the Doctor’s Office

Waiting on God in the Doctor’s Office

I’m not a miracle snob. I’ll take them as they come. I am grateful for the many times God has used modern medicine to deliver a miracle in my life. In 2015 I had a heart attack while in a doctor’s office hooked up to an EKG. God and science saved my life that day.

Waiting for Communion Holy Saturday

Waiting for Communion Holy Saturday

Waiting. How did Jesus' disciples feel on that dark Saturday after Jesus was crucified? Remembering the emptiness, grief, fear, disbelief, and irrational hope I felt after my dad's death, I imagined this response. Neil Berg’s rock opera The 12 imagines that day not as...

Receiving the Mystery: How Not Knowing Brings Peace

Receiving the Mystery: How Not Knowing Brings Peace

  The first time I experienced the Grand Canyon, I stood back from its precipice in child-like awe stunned by its vast beauty. Reds, golds, grays, blacks, chalk whites mingled in impossible hues. Vertigo swirled. My toes clung to the rock path through my boot...

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