By Measure of the Body

I’m not sure that I could come up with an even close-to-correct estimate for the number of hours, days, and weeks of my time I have spent obsessing about how I look. How often does “fearfully and wonderfully made” sound absolutely ridiculous? How often do the pounds, inches, and any other conglomerate of numbers provoke…

I Am Anything Other Than What I Want

I originally wrote this as a verbally-delivered devotional piece, but I really wanted to share it here. There is something amazing to me about our absence of trust. Although, it is often reasoned, from personal experiences and generalized ideas from those moments of breached security. Valid reasoning, nonetheless, because people tend to run in similar…