“There are more colors on the palette of your soul than you have even begun to paint with.” Matt said that in November, three years ago, and I’d forgotten about it until last weekend, when I came across it in a journal, and it made me cry. Apparently it made me cry then too, because…
The thing about being an artist is that sometimes you get stuck on something and you just can’t get past it until you’ve found some way of expressing it. Journaling helps, flow-charting, stuff like that – but sometimes, even if you’ve revisited an idea or a concept or an angle on something twenty times in…
I’m still thinking about the whole missions thing and how all the pieces of my crazy life fit together. There are two things I know for certain. One is that I am called to missions. The other is that I am called to lead worship. It makes sense to me that those two things would…
The other day, I was out hiking a new trail. There were signs posted when trails intersected or when the main trail turned, so I was fairly confident that I knew where I was going, but along the way there were all these inviting little unmarked trails, and I kept wondering where they went. I…
At the house where I lived for the first year and a half of my life, there is (or was) a gigantic weeping willow. I know this because my uncle owned the house and we used to go visit him and pick blackberries and raspberries from the bushes in the backyard, and then we used…
