faith. prayer. and a little bit of holy mischief.
Broken
I’m broken.And yet to hold onto the brokenness.I play with it like a toy.It is uniquely mine.I show it to others like a badge of distinction.I don’t welcome empathy, but I seek it.I blame my brokenness. And…
New Year, New Mischief: A Guide to Holy Rascality
Let’s be honest for a second.# New Year, New Mischief: A Guide to Holy Rascality Let’s be honest for a second. How many of your past New Year’s resolutions have fizzled out by February? The promise to…
A Fist Bump and a Dose of Perspective
I found myself holding onto some words from a wise person I met over the weekend. It happened while I was serving soup. One of the men I served gave me a fist bump and shared something…