This talk about freedom has been interesting, sure, but what now? What if I’ve done business with Jesus (or rather the other way around) and have gotten a pretty good grasp on what it means to be free spiritually, emotionally, financially, intellectually, and creatively? What if I’m living out of a place of liberty in... Continue Reading →
I've done some dancing in my life—first in ballet slippers, then in a college survey course, and finally the day I married Riley. I have no problem admitting a lack of grace (I've actually been told I look like an epileptic chicken when I attempt "creative movement"), but the way dancers move has always fascinated... Continue Reading →
Of all the aspects of freedom, this is the one I have personally latched onto the most as I've entered adulthood. It might be tempting for you to write off this post if you don't see yourself as particularly artistic. Please don't. There is something incredible the Lord would like to show you: you are... Continue Reading →
Warning: This post gets graphic about halfway through. It is based completely on a text of the Bible, but if you have difficulty seeing what we do to Jesus by being sexually loose, don't read it. Hot. Sexy. Steamy. Flirty. Tempting. But one word that doesn't get picked for glossy magazine covers? Pure. When it... Continue Reading →
Anyone familiar with our culture understands the fact that we have a massive amount of information at our fingertips—but is that access necessarily a good thing? It’s often the case that abundance leads to apathy. In a very real sense, the inundation of data has numbed our thought processes and desire for depth. For believers... Continue Reading →
Hoopty (HOOP tee) (n.): an expression in southern Oklahoma for an old truck that is either broken down or on its way out. Some days I feel like a million bucks, ready to go out and tackle the world with my sassy pants on. And then there are the hoopty days: times I relate a... Continue Reading →
Money and I have a love/hate relationship. It serves as a source of security for me, but I rebel against that need when I think about how good God has proven Himself. I don't personally make any (because I work from home), but I can't do a whole lot without it. Money can't buy happiness,... Continue Reading →
A while ago, I settled in for my morning devotion time of studying the book of Philippians. The house was quiet, my vanilla pillar candle flickered, and I zoned in on the chunk of chapter 1, verses 21 through 24: For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain. If I am... Continue Reading →
A moment of transparency at the outset of this aspect of freedom: I’ve always been sort of uncomfortable with emotions. (Most women seem to be super familiar and comfortable with themselves in this area, so I feel like a fish out water here.) In first grade, I knew a girl who would cry over anything.... Continue Reading →
Watch the way you talk. Let nothing foul or dirty come out of your mouth. Say only what helps, each word a gift. (Ephesians 4:29, The Message) I grew up watching my mischievous little brother occasionally get his mouth washed out with a bar of soap. As the firstborn perfectionistic good girl, the chunk of... Continue Reading →
The Dwelling Place 