If you’re like me, throughout the day, you’re scrolling and clicking and reading while you wait in a carpool line, wait at swimming lessons, wait in the line at Starbucks, or sit at your desk (Shh, I won’t tell.). In all my phone-glued waiting, here are a few posts that made me think, resonated with me, or taught me something.
From Ashleigh Baker:
A Return to Old-Fashioned Blogging
Remember the old days when we shared our simple stories, when we told about our days and posted grainy point-and-shoot photos, when we were thrilled to hear of new babies and cross-country moves and the books being read and that dress you found on sale at Target last week?
I miss that. KEEP READING
From Kathy Lynn Harris:
Dear Mom of an Adopted Child,
I met you in adoption education class. I met you at the agency. I met you at my son’s school. I met you online. I met you on purpose. I met you by accident.
It doesn’t matter. The thing is, I knew you right away. I recognize the fierce determination. The grit. The fight. Because everything about what you have was a decision, and nothing about what you have was easy. You are the kind of woman who Makes.Things.Happen. After all, you made this happen, this family you have. KEEP READING
From Psychology Today:
A Nation of Wimps
Maybe it’s the cyclist in the park, trim under his sleek metallic blue helmet, cruising along the dirt path… at three miles an hour. On his tricycle.
Or perhaps it’s today’s playground, all-rubber-cushioned surface where kids used to skin their knees. And… wait a minute… those aren’t little kids playing. Their mommies—and especially their daddies—are in there with them, coplaying or play-by-play coaching. Few take it half-easy on the perimeter benches, as parents used to do, letting the kids figure things out for themselves. KEEP READING
From Jen Hatmaker:
Wherever It Rises
This thing has happened lately, and every single time it leaves me bumbling and fumbling and overwhelmed. A male pastor, in his 60s at least, attends a conference I’m teaching at, finds me afterward, and says something like:
“I am so moved by what you said. Will you pray for me?”
“I read a book you wrote, and it has changed our entire church because it changed me.”
“What do you think I should do about _______? How should I lead?”
Then, normally pretty composed, I get choked up and awkward and over-emote and act weirdly inappropriate like try to hold their hands or put my head on their shoulders. Not at all creepy. KEEP READING
From Crystal Stine:
Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see. Hebrews 11:1
Is it brave? To believe in that which we don’t see? To trust that God continues to work behind the scenes, even when circumstances feel hopeless? I think maybe it is. Not in the big, exciting way that we think of bravery – with uniforms and news headlines – but in a way that is quiet. Subtle. A bravery that starts with a small step. KEEP READING
From Rachel Held Evans:
When I first started asking questions about my faith, I was terrified. In my loneliness and fear, I tried desperately to drag the people I loved most along with me on my journey through doubt. I was in a season of deconstruction, of uprooting, of tearing down. And like a spoiled child, I ran about the Church, knocking down every theological block tower I could find, delighting in the destruction.
I was asking good questions, worthy questions—about creation, science, biblical interpretation, gender, religious pluralism, heaven and hell— but I was angry with those not asking these questions along with me; I wanted to force them into my season. KEEP READING
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