Just a Little Tea/Pot

Just a Little Tea/Pot

I'm out of breath riding backwards on a train sitting across from an Asian student who doesn't speak English but who does speak German.  She's working on an exam of some sort, using a pencil and block eraser and painting her words beautiful, none of which I can...

The art of listening

The art of listening

It's something I've told my children since before they could fully understand what it meant: God gave you two ears and one mouth so you could listen twice as much as you speak.  (So you should listen twice as much as you speak…?) I'd do well to follow the same...

…open a new door…!

…open a new door…!

Oh, hai there internet people, long time no see. Well, I have reasons, lovies, and good ones. I've kinda-sorta been occupied, some reasons to which I've alluded online, but mostly not.  For an over-sharer who lives with private people, I imagine they're probably...

The Seeker and the Miracle

The Seeker and the Miracle

There was this time when my faith was in crisis, when I questioned if I had ever truly believed what I had professed for as long as I could remember. It was a defining, depressing, dark and desperate season.  And it was painfully lonely. If a person could be born a...

Freedom Givers

Freedom Givers

Since the early days of incourage, we dreamed of what it might look like to bring our reading community together, the kind of gathering where we carried offline those friendships begun in the virtual realm.   Sometimes a girlfriend just needs a hug--skin to...

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