• Chocolate-Eyed Girl

    Her almond-shaped, chocolate eyes still haunt me. “Where is she right now?” is a question that keeps running through my heart as my mind rummages through a long running debate over where my responsibility to the helpless begins and ends. It was one of those rare sunny mornings that had no definite time frame. Usually when I travel 70 West, it’s with a time-crunch pushing me from behind and the clock urging me to run faster. But this day, the morning was open to possibilities and fun. My husband and I were heading to pick up one of our little ones with plans to play at the river. Thankfully, I wasn’t texting,…

  • Honoring Our Fallen Heroes

    Can we salute the courage and commitment of the five men who gave their lives in serving their community? I’m so thankful that we lowered the flags for five days, mourning the loss of five dedicated police officers. I’m thankful for the amount of support that we’ve seen poured out for them. I’m thankful for social media encouragement and words of affirmation sent their way . . . but I’m wondering how their families are doing. And I want us to pause today and lift them up in prayer. Brent Thompson (43 years old) was married only two weeks before the Dallas shooting. Of the five shot, Brent was the only one…

  • His Look of Fear Haunts Me

    The Sunday before Alton Sterling was shot in Baton Rouge, before Philando Castile died in the front seat of his car, before five officers were shot in Dallas, and others in Georgia, Tennessee, and Missouri, before all of that bloodshed, I got a glimpse into the fear that black men in our nation live with. We were in Philadelphia and had traveled to the core of the city to visit Eric Mason’s church, Epiphany Fellowship. It’s a diverse, multi ethnic body of believers sharing the gospel in the heart of Philly. We loved worshiping with this body. We made some new friends and are excited about how God is using them to…