Preach the Gospel, Die, and Be Forgotten. Journeys Made and Lessons Learned. To those of you who subscribe to my blog through email, first of all, thank you. I appreciated that people are willing to take the time to read my writing. I have recently moved my blog to a self-hosted domain. Thank you for reading,. We have all received, grace upon grace.

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Exploring grace, liberty, justice, and life with Jesus. This time last year, I wrote true, real, and hard words about my anxiety, about how I related to the believing-but-doubt-filled Jews who were thinking the Messiah may just be a fairy tale, and about how God had begun to whisper words of peace into my heart despite all of that. A year has passed; I thank God for medication, because my anxiety can be controlled with that. How could I depend on scripture? Why does church seem so routine and forced? .

An ode to being young and confused. Summer night in our new house. Windows opened wide to let in the breeze. Brushing past me like a ghost under a silken sheet. Moving through the hall and rooms. Sun setting, splashing our walls with jewel colors. Slowly they hovered and twinkled over our heads. Our ceiling looked like the night sky.