As our plane lifted into the air, I kept wondering: How many secrets are strapped into these seats?

Organic. True to self. Natural. Good things, right? But if I did what came naturally, might I be a lesser me?

What can we do in the midst of deep divides and our own political hopes and fears? Right now, scripture is helping me orient what to hope for and how to pray.

Every fall I feel like the trees propose a dare. “Drop everything. All those things that make you productive, efficient, helpful, and beautiful, throw them to the ground! Just see what happens.”

This week has been brought to me by the letter “I,” early mornings, anxious thoughts, and being challenged by the faith of my five-year-old.

Many of us have been given a close-up view of how learning works lately. And that new perspective is forcing me to learn a thing or two as well.

Whether bidding farewell to family or friends, goodbyes are never easy. But what about when we’re saying goodbye to safety, security, and any sense of what might be around the corner?

Over dinner the other night I discovered my kids know things it’s taken me too long to know. Things about what’s wrong with the world. Things about what can make the world right again. #JusticeForGeorge

Breadmaking has been teaching me that disorientation, waiting, and intense heat are the ways that something ordinary turns into something worth sharing.

The miracle of Jesus’ resurrection reverses the course of even the most hopeless situations.