I’m trying to pray audacious prayers.

Over the next few days, many of us will look more closely at the cross than we normally do. But we will likely not linger there long enough.

I know—nobody enjoys confessing their sins. But I tend to think it’s even worse for perfectionists like me. 

I wanted to be the nicest person in the world.

We love to recite them (especially to others, in a sing-songy voice).

Here is something you should know if you want to be a successful adult: moving does not happen on its own.

It’s Valentine’s Day (again).

I’m single (still).

In 2003, I stepped off the train I’d taken from Chicago, in awe of God’s goodness. 

For the first twenty-two years of my life, I had a very normal relationship with food. And, though I knew a few people who’d had eating disorders, I didn’t really understand what caused them.

Then I developed one myself. It wasn’t until I started processing my own journey and heard stories from others who’d suffered for years that I began to realize how incredibly complex and multifaceted eating disorders are.

Can a couple of students, a can of paint, and a few new words really change a community?