Hey friends, just wanted to make sure you all knew about my new project with author Abigail Dodds. To introduce…
This one’s mostly for friends, but easiest way to post. Today I got a microphone in the mail to use…
The morning was hot, sticky. We finished up at Walmart and picked Daddy up from the workout place, where he…
[Note: I recently shared a few words about marriage at a friend’s bridal shower. This is the text from that…
The beet is shouldering. Shouldering—growing, rounding, pushing its back up and out of the dark underground and into the air.…
He’s scooting across the floor on his little diapered bottom. He’s headed for the bathroom because he sees one…
by Justin Dillehay (Originally published at While We Wait on Good Friday of 2019.) I once saw a comic…
The day Justin killed the peas was turbulent for many reasons—pea-killing being one of the least momentous. Some more momentous…
I’m sitting at home tonight, as many of you are. I’m guessing my body contains trace amounts of stress hormone…
I eat him with a spoon in big, meaty bites when I spend time studying his explicit words to me. But I also get to taste him in creation—maybe with a straw. Sips of refreshing, implicit truth about who God is, sips of pleasure straight from his hand. I can be nourished on this part of God’s revelation as well.
