“I don’t know why I’m about to tell you this, but ever since you shared your story, I knew I had to talk to you.” This was the first time someone I knew personally reached out to me, after reading the story of my recovery from a suicide attempt. It’s been a few years since […]
When I was fifteen, we took our annual trip to the beach. There I was, in stupid teenager Heaven, taking in the sights, when I walked up on a dead catfish. In all the years we spent camping at the beach, I’d caught my fair share of sea cats. The little devils are basically worthless, but they put up a heck of a fight from the piers at Panama City and Gulf Shores.
I stood over the carcass of this dead fish, as it swelled in the sun. I was barefoot and bored, so I did the next logical thing for a stupid teenager.
Anyone who says church hurts are no big deal has no idea what they’re talking about. I was deeply wounded by the church and threw stones at her for a decade.
These days, I am blessed to belong to a church I love. But learning to engage the church again has been a long journey. Here’s why I stopped hating the church…
We pulled up to our new little cottage and just stared. This was it — we were actually going to live out our dream in Seward, Alaska of all places — a tiny little town in Resurrection Bay. A few blocks in one direction took us to the waterfront and a few blocks in the […]
“Where did this dog come from? Is she coming home with us? Can she sit in my lap? What’s her name?” I adjusted the rearview mirror, not wanting to miss a single detail of his excitement. “Yea buddy, she’s your new dog. Merry Christmas.” For the moment, I was his hero.
But that wasn’t always the case.
I am so honored to have my first article published today with Good Men Project. The story of why I stopped criticizing the church was a huge turning point in my life.
For several years, I looked back at certain times in my life, playing the blame game. But now, I am no longer living as a victim. I have parents I am extremely thankful for and a church I love. And I have learned a lot along the way.
This has been a heavy but fruitful year. A year of extreme highs and lows. In this year, more than any other, I have learned that the concept of gratitude doesn’t always look like fat little pilgrims, eating a cornucopia of delectable delights on a Thanksgiving postcard.