Road trip yesterday. 3 am departure time, with approximately 5 hours to destination. I drove. There’s this thing I do when I encounter windy roads or low visibility or sheer drop-offs or even steep-slopey drop-offs. I sit straight up in my seat and clench that steering wheel like you wouldn’t believe. It’s quite possible that one day my hands will have to be surgically removed from the steering wheel they have become fused to due to my...

…is a whisper. Do you ever find your voice, joined with others in worship of our Living God, hushed in order to listen in on the mulitude of joy? That multitude… joined voices, sound waves, words, notes… an intermingling miracle of backgrounds and circumstances that couldn’t be more different from one another, unified in exaltation of the One who has touched, healed, redeemed each of those backgrounds and sets of...

…and not just the ones written on their pages. For instance: Exhibit A: Northanger Abbey and Persuasion, picked up at Piccadilly in London by my younger college self, who worked up the nerve to ask a complete stranger in a foreign country (this coming from the girl who used to make her friends ask the teacher if she could use the restroom in elementary school {a wee bit timid am I}) – the curator of this flea-market-style booth- how...

“Praise is what we are made for!” Ann Voskamp says, and thus began her practice of purposefully  taking note of what God is doing and has done around her, counting blessings and worshiping each step. This was the humble birthplace of the “Gratitude Community.” I remember sitting as a brand new young wife in my gracious landlady’s living room, a place of warmth and welcome and wisdom. She would share with me...