Boundary Lessons from Infants


I am about to graduate, and one of my greatest fears is that I won’t have any friends after college. I know it sounds irrational, but I have had a bad history with friendships. hroughout my childhood, I alternated between one best friend I would become tired of and a group of friends where everyone else seemed closer to each other than they were to me. Is there hope for me? Or will my greatest fear soon become realized?

In my desire to learn more about forming friendships, I began to research how people form attachments. Continue reading “Boundary Lessons from Infants”

The Cost of Freedom


Last Easter, for Lent, my family jumped onboard with the Whole30 kick. The only diet I’ve ever tried is “how many Girl Scout cookies can I fit in my mouth at once,” but all things being fair, this one seems legitimate. It’s all about natural: cutting extra sugars, all the processed grains, resetting your body and metabolism to its natural levels. Science. Science. Health. Science. Hormones. Health. Health. Science. Health. Natural. Yeah. Continue reading “The Cost of Freedom”

Going Back to the Beginning


God desires to make manifest ancient realities in the lives of people today. After all, it was said of Jesus, “I will open my mouth in a parable; I will utter dark sayings from of old.”  God gives a very particular command to His people in Jeremiah 6: “Thus says the LORD: ‘Stand by the roads, and look, and ask for the ancient paths, where the good way is; and walk in it, and find rest for your souls.’”1

Well, ancient is something that’s very old, and that points back to the beginning, to the Garden in Eden, where God walked with man. My proposal is that the ancient paths are the paths God reveals to his people to take them back to the beginning, to the Garden of Eden, to the place of unhindered and daily fellowship and communion with God.

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It Passes and We Stay: Nature and the Divine in the Poetry of Emily Dickinson and Christina Rossetti


When you come upon a distinctly beautiful scene, whether you’re at Yosemite marveling at the blunt, smooth face of El Capitan or you’ve lost your balance by gazing up at the heights of coastal redwoods in Muir Woods, there are a few different ways to respond. Continue reading “It Passes and We Stay: Nature and the Divine in the Poetry of Emily Dickinson and Christina Rossetti”