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I 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.
It took me more than a decade to realize that Los Angeles had seasons.
Yesterday morning Phil shared a verse with me that he was mulling over from Romans 12...
New Year's Resolutions may be a bit passé, but I do enjoy taking a moment at the turn of a year to reflect back on where I've come from and think about plans for what's next. Many friends walked with us on the rocky road to home ownership in 2017, which was in fact one of our goals for the year. As we skidded into the finish line in early December, our excitement with God's provision did not come without a heavy dose of exhaustion...
We spent the majority of November this year packing boxes. Our clothes, the kids' toys, the kitchen, those oddities we shoe-horned into the top of the closet and forgot were there—it all went into a box to prepare for us to move into our first house...
Reposted from Cornerstone West LA. When I went back home to Texas for the summer after my first year at USC, I had a conversation with a close friend of mine that has stuck with me to this day. We were catching up on our college experiences, and she shared with me how she had recently felt convicted about her addiction to caffeine...
Reposted from Cornerstone West LA. The good news narrative of God’s engagement in this world should render Christians the most hopeful of all people. Not a gee-willickers kind of hope, but the sort of deep-in-the-gut, grounding hope that can even steady those around you.
My car speakers are on a regular loop this week that includes “Jesus is our Guide,” “He is The Light,” and “I’m Trusting You,” a song that opens with a growling lion and monumental drumbeat. While 20-something me would have rolled her eyes in musical elitist disdain, I could not be happier to learn the dance moves and sing along with my children about how God makes a way in the wilderness.