During my sophomore year of college, my roommate, Amy, and I were up late one night editing stories for each other. In a somewhat typical...

A few months ago, I wrote a blog post about “Questions and Answers,” cataloging my journey of the questions I asked when I was a toddler,...

Spring is sometimes a tease. She peeks her head out from behind Winter’s skirts just long enough to get us excited before ducking back...

Ten years ago, when my family moved to the home where they live now, my dad planted several fruit trees in our tiny “orchard.” Apples,...

Sometimes I forget that Jesus cares about the little things. Throughout His earthly ministry, though His gaze was often fixed on the...

When I was little, I hated endings. I cried on the last day of Kindergarten because I wasn’t ready for it to be over. When I finished a...

Used I want to have a heart split wide open to the world to give a listening ear offer a willing hand speak a kind word to help with...

Today I found a half-finished poem I wrote a few years ago about my first home—a duplex in Olathe, Kansas. The poem was far from...

The summer between my junior and senior years of college, I interned at WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing House in Colorado Springs. For...

When I was signing up for classes and workshops for the American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) Conference last spring, I really had no...

There is a mining-turned-tourist town called Platoro in South-central Colorado that is untouched by time. My great-grandfather discovered...

Earlier this month, my family and I took a trip to Haiti through the Global Orphan Project. The following is a reflection on our brief...

Sorry for the lack of posts this month! To make up for it, this post is part 1 of 2. Earlier this month, my family and I took a trip to...

Her name was Gypsy, and she was a rebel. I think the trail guide assigned her to me because I’m tall (and so was she) and I said I had...

Do we ever stop asking questions? (Clearly not.) I feel like I’ve been asking questions my whole life, and I doubt I’ll stop even if I...

“We’re too young to realize certain things are impossible – so we will do them anyway.” –William Pitt, Amazing Grace When I was a...

The water was cold. Some of the other details are fading from my mind now, but I remember that. It wasn’t deep—most of the time, it just...

Summer is finally here, and with it come so many memories. Riding bikes with my family around the lake at the local park and eating ice...

In memory of the many past Memorial days, here’s a glimpse of my thoughts at age sixteen, revealed through a poem I wrote after visiting...

One year ago, I was getting ready to leave a ministry where I had worked for a year. I was tired, often discouraged, ready to leave, and...