I’m angry and sad and hopeful all at once—and none of those cancel the others out.They stack. They grind. They pray in my throat. People…
Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace
I’m angry and sad and hopeful all at once—and none of those cancel the others out.They stack. They grind. They pray in my throat. People…
Ripples beneath a bridge are never wasted. We love to say it: small actions change the world. It’s almost a mantra, a way of reminding…
On empathy, sympathy, and discernment — and why shared words don’t always mean shared vision. Note: This will be the last time I address this…
“When scaffolding falls away, what remains is the house being built within.” I’m two weeks into a four-year degree, and already I can see the…
This week, I’ll step onto a campus for the first time in over twenty years. It should feel like a return, like a marker of…
By Rogue Grace – Makeshift Masterpiece My boy needed staples in his noggin.Not a life-or-death moment. But still—he’s mine. He was hurt.And everything in me…
When grace shows up in green beans instead of pulpits People say things like“a cup of coffee can save a life.” And I used to…
There’s something holy about showing up.Not perfectly. Not all at once. But honestly. That’s what this new space is for. No Map, Just Grace is…