In many ways, we are caught in a constant experience of "in between.”.

While the real world pulls us away from the innocent wonder found in the Neverland of childhood, we don't have to succumb to the crabbiness of Captain Hook and his mates.

Our quick little picnic reminded me we can't wait for life to get "just right" before we start living.

With the heat comes a drawing out that permeates everything in our lives.

For those who are outside the Christian faith, the idea of praising a God who seems to be heaping trouble on our lives is foolish nonsense.

I had a second to decide if I were flailing myself onto the deck of her ship or remaining behind on the Island of Desperation.

We feel afraid because we can't see passed the rubble surrounding us; we feel angry because we liked what we knew.

Our anxious worries and consuming fears try to isolate and drown us, but those words.

When hope is tired and the ability to keep fighting emptied, the heaviness of waking becomes a mountain all its own.

Rocky places of disappointment, unfulfilled plans + dreams, impossible hardships, pain and loss sure can pile up on a person.

In the face of the hopeless we can remain hopeful.

Our family has been on a long stretch of hardship that hurts and suffocates and seems endless.