toddlers and trash

Let me paint a little picture for you.

I’m sitting outside at a coffee shop/bar.  It’s one of those perfect Austin days (as long as you can hold your breath so that the allergies don’t silently destroy you).

A man just propped open the patio door with his body, making room for a chunky toddler to waddle out.   I’m not good with ages, but i’m guessing this little chubster was around 2.

Fear

The fear is always there.  It lurks just below the surface prodding and pushing, demanding and dragging me places I don’t want to go.

I’m not afraid of death.

I’m afraid of life.

I’m afraid of waking up to a world I reject.  I’m afraid that the words ‘it won’t always be like this’ are hollow and void of any real power.  I’m afraid that the next bend in the road will lead me somewhere darker than death.  I’m afraid of being unknown, unwanted, rejected and alone.  I’m afraid that the next time someone asks me how I am doing I will tell them the truth and then I will have to watch their eyes widen and their face flush before I make a joke to relieve the awful pressure of reality pushing down on us both.

Another new project!

Guys!

It’s been an exciting couple of weeks of recording podcasts, making videos, writing blogs and wrangling designers for a new project I’m a part of for the Verge Network.

  • You can read a little bit about our heart here.
  • We’ve been busy filming some coffee conversations and you can see two of them here!
  • We’ve got a podcast that you can check out here!
  • You can download these awesome Hebrews 6:11-12 printable designs at the bottom of this post on the site!
  • You can follow us on twitter, facebook, pinterest, or instagram to hear more!

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Consider Jesus

For the hurting, for the suffering, for those in pain today: consider Jesus.

Consider Him who was by His nature exempt from all suffering, who entered into flesh and pain and death so that He could look at you today and say ‘I know.’  Consider Him who had access to any means of deliverance, (which you and I would gladly take in our pain), and yet He walked steadily into a pain beyond any we will ever experience.  Consider your great High priest who has born your sorrows.

For the failures and the flawed, for those who feel the burden and weight of shame today: consider Jesus.

Here’s hoping

The other day, a 3-year-old pointed me and said ‘Jesus!’.  After I made sure that Jesus was not physically in the room, I realized he could see the tattoo on my back that says ‘j’espere’.  (P.S. can I tell you that this kid is obviously a genius because he is three and he knows what the word ‘jesus’ looks like on paper) (P.P.S. my tattoo doesn’t actually say Jesus though, so he’s not like a super genius.)

J’espere may look like Jesus to the untrained eyes of a 3-year-old, but it actually means ‘I hope’ in french.