Last year I ran out of words. It's not that I had nothing to say, exactly. It's just that I couldn't put thoughts together in a way that made sense to me anymore. Writer's block? Procrastination? The lingering effects of COVID? Whatever happened felt like walking a dry river bed in the heat of the summer. Looking back, I'd say an emotional numbness was the culmination of a long period of personal tragedy, relational loss, and seismic life transitions that very few people knew the details of. But through this period, thinking aloud became prayer itself, and I'm thankful for that.
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Stillness, War, and The Micro Zen
Be still, and know that I am God. The phrase is so familiar that if it weren’t
for reading the words in Psalm 46, one might suspect it to be an extra-Biblical
motivational mantra like those often attributed to scripture on Pinterest. A
trifle stillness, perhaps. Stripped of its
Exercise as Love
Lately I’ve been using an audio training app when I go for a morning run.
Various coaches talk me through running techniques and remind me of the purpose
of each workout. While I was on a jog last week, a coach said something that
caught me off guard—both
Going on Glory
On a recent Colorado vacation, my family set out on an unfamiliar trail to get a
taste of wilderness and enjoy some mountain views. We witnessed cascading alpine
streams and inhaled the crisp aspen air as we slalomed through the pine-filled
mountainside. With every turn and clump of red mushrooms,