Why I Never Want To Fall In Love

It’s apparently all the rage to fall in love.  I hear a range of people claiming they’ve fallen in love, from close friends to celebrities prancing around on the red carpet. But when I look at that phrase “falling in love” it doesn’t sound remotely like it would climb to the top of my to-do list. Falling in love sounds disorienting and debilitating. Falling in love reminds me of falling as a kid and the height of the fall correlated with the extent of the damage. I would fall while walking and scrape my knees on the gravel road, which still stung from the rocks piercing my delicate skin, but the damage was relatively manageable with peroxide (which I’m convinced Satan created himself), Neosporin and a Band-Aid. My sister however, was standing on a chair when she fell and ended up breaking her arm. We both fell, but one resulted in more severe damage. If falling regularly relates to detrimental experiences is there even a sliver of hope for our infatuated, fantasy-land-living generation? In the Bible, references to “fallen” are rarely good things. For starters, in Luke it says, “I saw satan fall from Heaven like lightening from Heaven.” We have the […]

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Hands Tell Stories

It’s been a year without my grandma. But I’m also a year closer to meeting her again. With the holiday season in full swing, the thoughts of empty chairs around the dinner table are on my mind. I wanted to share what I posted last year as a way for my grandma’s legacy to live on. Hands tell stories. When I think of the scars on Jesus’ hands they bring to my mind sacrifice and a deep, unfathomable love. His hands tell a story of grace. When I think of my grandma’s hands they represent years of working relentlessly on the farm. They represent the hands that held three amazing children after they were brought into this world. They represent seasons of working and nurturing growth in her garden. They represent years of baking countless cookies and flawless cakes. They represent serving her family breakfast, lunch and dinner and when her grand kids visited serving them their favorite meal of sweet-and-sour meatballs. They represent playing numerous games of chicken track that would last well into the night. They represent memories of toting my sister and I to the park in a metal wagon. They represent the quilts she labored over to […]

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Love Does: Lazy Love vs. Limitless Love

There was a time in my life where I hit a low point. Although today I am bursting at the seams with a joy that can only come from Christ that wasn’t always the case. In my not too distance past I was miserable, depressed and hurting. I was also a professional at hiding my pain and masking my misery. However, my sister always sees right through me and her ability to see my suffering led to one of my favorite stories to share. One day as I was going back to my dorm from class at OU I opened up my door to see my roommate sitting in the dark. I was slightly perplexed, but before I could even muster out a question my niece (featured in videos below) popped out from underneath my covers and my sisters jumped out from their hiding spots as well. SURPRISE! A surprise it was indeed. I can’t remember if I cried, but I’m pretty sure I made some sort of loud, distorted noise because people in my dorm came running down to see what the commotion was all about. My family had made the drive from Dallas to OU to be there […]

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