The Myrrh Bearer, the Message Bearer, and Me


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The memory seared into me from the warm patch of sun on the linoleum is what I call a “hope marker.” If I were a painter, I would paint floors on canvas. If I were into building ebenezers, I would be one who hammered nails into floors. Maybe this why I love the dirt, too, the place to break ground and plant seeds. It’s the low place. It’s how I know what it means to be poor in spirit.

…Continue reading over at (In)Courage!

 There are some revealing and beautiful stories being shared over there, and I invite you to join us.

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If you’re new around here, let me encourage you with my story, especially those of you who have been on a broken journey like I have:

Wild in the Hollow: On Chasing Desire and Finding the Broken Way Home

You can read the first three chapter for free here!

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