the green, green grass.

the grass is green right here. come, sit, stay and talk awhile. every moment that we live and breathe and experience is real life and its ridiculous that we believe its not. i have lived 21 and a half years which apparently count for nothing because i have not been living in the “real world.”…

a passing thought.

May we not be so bent on adhering to our rules and principles that we forget we are dealing with real people and real hearts. May we be tender and compassionate. Let us have ears to hear and eyes to see whats underneath.

everything stopped. i stopped.

i am pretty frustrated (which often translates into anger) that i haven’t updated in awhile. i dont typically like to post unless i feel strongly about something and feel led in some way to write. to write in hopes that i will be better understood and that others will be encouraged to be honest with…

swimming in the deep.

so…matt chandler. i know that i have mentioned him a lot recently, and maybe not so much here, in this space, but if you have ever been a part of the texas a&m/texas/baylor christian community, then you know he is highly influential. being that he is a solid pastor/person/husband/father, that is not a bad thing….

but how shall we hope?

the past few days have been difficult as i have struggled to make sense of the place of hope in life. while i understand that our overarching hope is in God (and that there is a place for hope in eternity spent with Him, whatever that looks like) i sincerely wonder about hope for things…