Is everyone going to agree with everything Hill believes or practices? Absolutely not. But then again, that's not the point of conversing and having dialogue.
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All in Life
Is everyone going to agree with everything Hill believes or practices? Absolutely not. But then again, that's not the point of conversing and having dialogue.
And then I hit my breaking point. The next time Crockett said to me, “No! You’re a bad person!” I just kissed his head and said, “And that’s why we need grace, Crockett.”
I remember singing my mother to sleep as she lay in that bed exhausted from chemotherapy.
It is something of a banality to say one has a love-hate relationship with Twitter, but I do.
This is the last piece you'll have to read from me about my love life, or lack thereof.
But every time I see or drink a Lost Gold IPA, I laugh a little. I tear up a little. And I remember those two days.
I hadn’t even stepped foot on the plowed diamond field, yet I knew no shimmering gem awaited my hand.
I am blessed to be able to learn from his example. He is not a perfect man, but he has taught me many things about our Heavenly Father. I am in his debt. I love you, dad.
But especially this Mother’s Day, I say this to you: If you want to share your pain with me, I will help you hold it — like Atlas — and will do my best to make it not so damn heavy.
To those who "don't believe what they know," rest in God's grace. And let us produce together the type of memories that will "soak these sheets in tears."
Where will you be when tragedy strikes our family? Will you run like cowards, or will you sit and face the demons with those who have been shattered by this poisoned world?
If I am really feeling bad about myself, I do an arm workout from Youtube, and then I just end up wishing I had raked the lawn.
We became intentional about time together, and in the repetition regained that restful hospitality of an ever open door.
In my brokenness, I ate the bread, and I drank the wine, and I remembered. And I was re-membered. Easter makes me whole.
All this lying awake at night not knowing what to do about anything in my life has revealed the real work. It’s not that I need to be more diligent or work harder or do better — and, yes, I should be doing all of those things — it’s that I’ve got this pride that I didn’t realize was there.
These mornings in Lent where I wake up and grab my coffee and try not to fall asleep over the Book of Concord, I feel an odd yearning to see her again.