Fourth of July growing up in Texas was sticky. My cousins and I would start the day gathering our bikes, strollers, wagons—anything with wheels—and draping them in red, white, and blue to create a circle-driveway parade at my grandfather’s house. By 10 am, it was over 100 degrees, so we’d plunge our sticky selves into the pool and fill our bellies with watermelon and those special processed snacks that you could always count on from Pappaw…
Read MoreIt is a sad and constant refrain throughout the Old Testament: “They have forsaken me and served other Gods.” If you are feeling forsaken right now, you are in good company. Read more at Wild Faith Co.
Read MoreDuring Women’s History Month we honor an incredible legacy of females that come before us. I love hearing lesser known quotes and stories about some of history’s great heroines—Harriet Tubman, Amelia Earhart, Amy Carmichael. But they always make me wonder, what would it have been like to call them “friend”?
Read MoreI didn’t plan to be an Angeleno. When I moved to LA for college, I had a smattering of dreams. Maybe I would chase the Hollywood life? I majored in Theater. Maybe I would be a songwriter? I wrote some really terrible poetry. Maybe I would nanny in Germany? I joined a dating-like app that paired me with some families. Maybe I’d just find a “good Christian husband” and follow him wherever he went? I got matched on an actual dating app with a few real-life (just) friends.
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