Burn Those Boxes

My experience of following Jesus started with the demonic. It was a black night terror sort of feeling and yet a strong powerful buzz that rushed through every single one of my cells. God showed me the true darkness that lies beneath the shiny facade of this world. I didn’t know why until I hadContinue reading “Burn Those Boxes”

We Don’t Live There Anymore

I’m starting to realize I’ve cried more for a chihuahua mix this past week than I ever have for any human being. I’m starting to worry about myself a bit. But I’m also not worried one iota. This week has been the hardest and the best one of my life. For the first time, myContinue reading “We Don’t Live There Anymore”

God Only Knows

My most favorite and maybe even most fearsome picture is one of the author Joan Didion. She’s standing on the upper decking of a beach house that sits nestled close to the ocean, cigarette in hand, as her daughter Quintana and husband, John, lean against the railing close together, lips lifted in small smiles. TheContinue reading “God Only Knows”