if you know what’s good for you, you’ll

it’s usually a phrase uttered in a heated argument by somebody balling up their fist and shaking it in the air. “if you know what’s good for you, you’ll turn around right now!”

“if you know what’s good for you” is usually a threat. but here’s the thing…

i really don’t know what’s good for me.

none of us do. not really.

scripture says that the heart is deceitful and vain above all things; we can’t trust it. it also says not to put our confidence in man, for pretty much the same reason.

so where do we turn? who does know what’s good for us?

well, God of course.

He has shown you, O man, what is good; And what does the LORD require of you But to do justly, To love mercy, And to walk humbly with your God?

Micah 6:8 NKJV

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.

James 1:19 NKJV

For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the LORD, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.

Jeremiah 29:11 NKJV

For what man knows the things of a man except the spirit of the man which is in him? Even so no one knows the things of God except the Spirit of God.

1 Corinthians 2:11 NKJV

Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good; Blessed is the man who trusts in Him!

Psalm 34:8 NKJV

God is sovereign. He know’s what’s best for us. He sees it all and knows it all. There is freedom in trusting him. Not relying on myself (or yourself) to figure out every detail. To chart a course. Rather, leaning on him — His Spirit, his wisdom — to show us the next step. One step at a time. One moment at a time. Sometimes even one breath at a time.

I don’t know what’s good for me and neither do you. But God does. And it’s in seeking him for his will and plan for our lives that we begin to taste the benefits of his goodness.

Trust is a difficult thing, no doubt; I mean, I’ve been running my life pretty much my way for how long? (Lol. and not well, I might add). And how has that worked out for me? (not very well, spoiler alert).

I think I will trust my well-being and direction, my future and my everything, to the one who thinks better and has better for me than I do for myself. His ways are higher than ours, and his thoughts higher than our thoughts.

Do you know what’s good for ya? Do ya?

Hint: it’s probably not what you think. I’m so glad he hasn’t put the stamp of approval on a lot of my misguided prayers. If he had, I’d probably be married and divorced, bankrupt and destitute multiple times over by now.

join me in asking our Creator, the one who intimately designed and knows us all, what’s good for us. he won’t give us junk, and all his plans for us are good.


things i’m no longer doing

  1. Forcing myself to make eye contact. I’m only going to make eye contact with people I’m feeling connected to; people I want to look in the eye and exchange moments with. People I care about, during moments I care about. I’m not forcing myself to make arbitrary eye contact with people just because I was raised thinking that’s the “respectful” thing to do. I don’t care if you think that makes me seem shady or insecure. I’m not making myself do it anymore. And I only just recently realized I never liked it anyway lol.
  2. Being embarrassed by my selective eating. Feeling bad about it. I’m picky. I can only tolerate so many foods or certain types. I’d love to eat the lovely salad you prepared, but I can’t, and I don’t feel as if I should feel bad about it anymore. I am who I am and I can eat what I can eat. I challenge myself regularly to try new things and sometimes it works out, sometimes it doesn’t. I won’t feel bad or apologize for being a selective eater. I can only handle what I can handle, and I’m not adding stress and pressure to my life over food. I’ll enjoy the foods that give me comfort and taste/feel good to me.
  3. Needing more clarity or direction. My whole life I’ve been fussed at by authority figures for not understanding subtlety, passive instructions, or signals to do something. I’ve been reprimanded for not understanding things that weren’t explained to me, or weren’t explained in a way I understood. I’m not going to feel bad for asking for more information, or seeking another example or way to learn. “The garbage needs to be taken out” is not the same thing as “please take the garbage out”. No, I don’t already know how to do that. No, I’m not already familiar with that concept (just because most people already are). My neurodivergent brain needs more details than that. My brain needs you to be blunt and direct about what you expect from me and how you want me to do it. I’m not going to feel bad for asking for clarity or needing more direction. I’m not going to stress myself out over having to ask questions or worrying that people will be upset with me. I’m not going to settle for passive direction. If you need me to do something, tell me, and tell me how (if necessary), or else it just won’t get done. (And that won’t be my fault).
  4. Being afraid to ask for help or say I’m overwhelmed, or need things to slow down. I’m not going to feel bad or dumb for needing a moment to catch my breath. For needing a moment to calm my buzzing mind. For needing time to process things. In the words of twenty one pilots, “I move slow”. I won’t apologize or feel bad about myself for needing a minute, or asking for help. Please rephrase that question for me so I can understand it better. This store is too much for me, I need to hide for a moment or leave. That TV is too loud, I’m turning it down. This is too much for me to take right now, can we stop or eliminate one thing? My plate is too full; what can I get rid of?
  5. Taking responsibility for intrusive thoughts. I didn’t think you, I didn’t want you — go away. You’re not my problem or my fault. Thinking you doesn’t make me a bad person. You showed up unannounced without my permission. I will turn you over to the Lord and I will move on with my life. I will not dwell on you for one moment longer.
  6. Worrying about being misunderstood. If you don’t understand me that’s okay. I know my intentions. If I’m wrong, I’ll apologize. But I can’t keep worrying about how I’m being perceived (unless it’s a situation in which I think I may have hurt someone’s feelings or something). I can’t keep exhausting myself imagining what you think or feel about me. The truth is I don’t know, and I can’t know. So I’ll leave it up to you to tell me what you think and feel about me. I’m done guessing.
  7. Chasing people. If you want to be around me, be around me. If you care, show it. I have no more time to devote to people who do not devote theirs to me. I have no more patience to accept less than being treated with kindness and respect. There was a time I would’ve hunted you down just to beg for a crumb off your metaphorical table. Now I will be kind but I will not be a dullard. If I see there’s no effort being made I will dismiss myself. You will not miss my presence anyway, cause you never cared in the first place. When you show me you do not value me, I will believe you the first time. I will not cast my pearls before swine. You will get no more pieces of me. Every bit of me must be earned. I will restrict access to myself. Not to be closed off or rigid, but to take care of myself. I will not become hard. I will become smarter. I will no longer love what hates me. I will no longer pine for what hurts me. I will not die for what is killing me.
  8. Forgoing my health. I’m not going to add unnecessary stress to myself. I’m not going to push myself when I don’t feel well. I’m not going to induce a breakdown. I’m not going to neglect sleep or rest. I’m going to sleep when I’m tired. I’m going to eat when I’m hungry. I’m gonna pee when I need to pee!
  9. Compartmentalizing myself. I’m gonna bring all the facets of me together for a reunion. I love Jesus, I love people, I love art, I love literature, I’m morbid, I’m weird, I’m a lot of things. I have a lot of interests. And for so long I thought I couldn’t be and do all those things at once. I had a face for everyone I met. Who do I need to be around this person? Who do I need to be in this setting? I went by what I thought was appropriate and acceptable for the audience. I was terrified what people would think of me if they saw the other parts of me. But all of those parts are me. All of them make me who I am. I’m not ashamed of them anymore.
  10. Giving easy answers. I’m not going to lie to you and tell you I’m fine because it’s socially acceptable. I don’t want easy answers from you, either. I want us both to be honest. I want us all to be honest with each other. Say “I’m hurting and need help” or say “I’m in a bad mood and don’t know why” or say “I’m actually having a surprisingly good day”. Say anything but “good, how are you?”
  11. Apologizing for being different. I’m not difficult. Peculiar, yes. Weird, proudly. Unique, sure. But I’m not gonna feel bad or apologize or long for normalcy anymore. I like who I am, quirks and all. I love aspects of myself, and there are others I still wrestle with. I’m not gonna feel bad about myself for not being “normal”, and I’m not going to long for “normal” anymore. Instead, I long for what feels right and natural to me. I embrace whatever God has for me, even if it’s unconventional, because I know it’ll be what’s best and most fulfilling for me. Me. doesn’t have to fit for anyone else. Just has to fit for me.

I’ve always been neurodivergent. I’ve always been odd. I’ve apologized and tried to compensate for my differentness for so long; but not anymore. I’m okay with being me — exactly how God made me. Even if I have a long way to go and a lot to learn. I’ll probably remember more things that need to go on this list after I hit “publish”… but I realize I’ve been upset and apologizing and feeling bad about myself for a large portion of my life simply because of these things…these things about me that aren’t bad but I somehow convinced myself they were…maybe because they inconvenience other people, or because they require more effort. But I’m not too much. I’m not bad. My brain works differently. My heart works differently. And that’s okay. I’m not gonna apologize for being me anymore.

you can’t legislate holiness

If you have kids, or if you ever were one, I want you to think back, for a moment, to those horrible, er, I mean “fond”, teenage years.

You know, the rebellious moment’s of a child’s life. Think back on those times when you asked your children to do something they didn’t want to do. Maybe an argument ensued. Maybe eyes were rolled. Maybe fits were pitched. Perhaps a door or two was slammed.

And then, at your insistence, the unruly teen finally mowed the lawn, or cleaned their room, or did their homework. Let me ask you…did they perform the action with joy, or with great agitation? Were they willingly performing the action, or did they hate every moment of it? Did they thank you afterward, or did they resent you?

It’s likely the latter (unless you had some miracle spawn, in which case, congrats.)

You see, whenever we FORCE someone to comply with something, even if that something is potentially good for them, not only are we communicating to them that their autonomy and voice do not matter, we’re also taking away their choice to do the good thing on their own. We’re making them resent and despise the thing because they weren’t free to choose it on their own.

Choice is a powerful thing. I have some conservative friends, and have seen Christians all over the world, rejoice at the overturning of Roe v. Wade. But it’s not a time of rejoicing for me.

I’m thinking about women who have consistently, throughout history, been told directly and indirectly that their voices, choices, and control over their own bodies does not matter.

And I’m thinking about how dangerous it is for The Church to replace ministry with legislation.

Here’s what I mean: holiness (the state of being separated for use by God; the hallmark of any true Christian), cannot, and should not, be legislated.

You cannot force someone to be holy by imposing rules and regulations upon them. Holiness is a conversion that first takes place in the heart, then the mind, then the hands.

It begins with your heart; you know, that beating thing in your chest, but figuratively and scripturally, it’s the seat of your will, emotions, and personality.

Jesus was and is the very best at changing hearts. But how did he do it? By loving. “We love because he first loved us” (1 John 4:19).

Jesus loved us first, and displayed his love for us by making the ultimate sacrifice on the Cross for our sins. By taking our place, he was effectively saying, “I love you this much.” And the incredible thing is, Christ knew not everyone would believe, not everyone would follow, not everyone would accept this gift. Yet he did it anyway. And he would’ve just as willingly done it had there only been a few of us willing to accept.

I fear that modern Christians, especially those who are politically conservative, have confused ministry and evangelism with politics. We were never called to legislate people into righteousness (right standing with God); we were, however, called to love people to Christ with truth and grace.

We are to model Christ’s example of love and kindness (“with love and kindness have I drawn thee” – Jeremiah 31:3), not the Mosaic or Levitical law (Romans, Galatians), and certainly not the laws of this or any other country.

The problem with forcing someone to do something, such as forcing them to keep a child they aren’t ready for or flat out don’t want, is that they will not do so joyfully because it is not willingly.

Thing is, God has never forced anyone to serve him. He has never forcibly converted anyone. God wants us to make the choice to trust him. He may prompt us in various ways, sending people in our path to share the Good News, or allowing circumstances that drive us to him, but he doesn’t bend your own will toward him. He will not make you choose him or his ways.

You remember that scene in Cars, when hot-shot Lightening McQueen must repave the small-town road he accidentally destroyed? The first attempt he makes is horrible. It’s crooked, bumpy, it’s a horrible road — he does a horrible job. But the second time, he paves it slow and steady, it’s smooth, perfect. What changed?

His motivation. The first time, he was forced. The second time, he did it willingly as a matter of pride. He wanted to prove he could do it, so he put a lot of effort and time into making it *just right*.

Now, salvation, or one’s personal relationship with God, aren’t the same as paving a road for community service. But there is a similarity here. Intention matters. You will never truly win anyone to Christ by forcing them to live Christ’s way. (Or what you *think* Christ’s way is. I say this because even Christians can’t agree on how God wants us to live — so how do any of us think we can legislate people into holiness?)

True enough, The Church is an administrative and governing body, which Christ gifted incredible authority and power to. But what is that power for? Is it to insert ourselves in politics, or is it to legislate the heavens, and by extension, the earth?

You see, there is a difference between “the world” and “the earth”. The world is the earth’s systems, created and run by humans (and wicked spiritual forces beyond what we can see). The earth “is the Lord’s, and the fullness thereof, and those who dwell within” (Psalms 24:1). Christians are strictly told not to love the world, nor have fellowship with it — to do so is enmity with God himself (James 4:4).

Back to my original point. It breaks my heart and deeply angers me to see Christians meddling in politics trying to force people to comply with God’s ways. You are not winning any hearts. All you’re doing is creating strife, alienating and bringing to wrath the very people Christ has instructed us to lead to him.

In my fervent opinion…to be truly democratic means you can’t be Christian, and to be truly Christian, means you can’t be democratic. (This goes for literally any other religion).

Allow me to explain. True Christians are called to live in a state of dependence upon God; he is our supplier, our guide, our teacher, our final decision maker, and judge. It is him, his word, his ways, that guide every part of our lives. A theocracy. God is the president, and we are citizens of His kingdom. A democracy, in its truest sense, is governed by the will of the people. Being a Christian means denying your own will in favor of God’s. To prefer what he prefers.

Can you see how they’re incompatible? Now, there are those that will argue our nation is Christian and was founded on Christian principles, yada yada. That’s another post for another day. But how can you truly comply with the will of the people in good conscience when your values convict you the will of the people is wrong?

Am I a citizen of God, or a citizen of America first? I think one huge problem plaguing the American church today is we have confused patriotism with Christian virtue. We have confused American nationalism with Christian values. They are not the same. God, guns, and beer, is not the Apostle’s creed. But somehow, it’s become the epitome of faith in America. This should not be so.

If we follow the example of our Savior, while Jesus walked the earth, he never involved himself in the politics or legislation of man. He complied with local laws, as Paul also compelled us to do, but you never saw Jesus (or any of his disciples/apostles) showing up to city council meetings or running for office.

Jesus, along with the disciples, focused on heart-change. One person, one situation at a time. They rescued abandoned babies from “dashing” (a form of abortion from the day), they fed the homeless, they helped the widows and orphans, particularly those of the household of faith (other Christians).

I must stress to you, helping those in need, showing compassion or love and kindness, is not a special calling reserved for only *some* Christians; it’s on all of us. I recently heard that lacking kindness and compassion is not a sin. I strongly disagree. The word “sin” literally means “to miss the mark”. If we are not showing kindness and compassion, haven’t we missed Christ’s mark? Are we any better than the religious zealots that Jesus criticized?

On the other side of that coin, I will stress that today’s “social gospel”, that is, the newly popular idea that Jesus was just some social justice warrior, is flawed, too. The social justice focused gospel focuses on policy and change, and seems to show love to every marginalized group out there — except for the household of faith. Of the household of faith, it is critical and combative.

We have gotten away, all of us, from the true ministry of Christ — reconciliation.

We are ambassadors of this mission, not sent to argue and debate policies or laws, not to strip people of their God-given freedom to make choices that even He disagrees with, not to enslave people to a particular belief system or doctrine. We are here to love. We are here to serve. We are here to draw people to Christ by living and loving as he did.

That is not to say this ministry is without power or grit. We must stand tall and speak truth even when it is unpopular. I’ve never, and will never, say abortion (or anything else the Bible calls sin) is right. But I will say, and stand on the fact that it is not my place to take away someone’s choice, even if that choice is a sin.

It frustrates me so much that the very Christians who would condemn a woman for having an abortion, would condemn that same woman had she kept the child out of wedlock. We are asking a tremendous burden to be placed on people who don’t even believe what we believe. Tell me, would you die for something you believe in? How about something you don’t?

…How about living for it?

How does it make sense to force people to comply with Christian living when they are not Christian? How does it make sense to take someone who already doesn’t believe in God, and then say, “God requires you must do this thing you don’t want to do and don’t believe in.”

It’s counterproductive. You can’t legislate someone into serving God. It must be done from a free-will place of love. A grateful heart that has accepted Christ’s gift of salvation. Do you really think that’s going to happen by force? It didn’t work out too well for the Spanish Inquisition, nor did it work well during the Crusades, or the massive slaughter of Native American people killed during forced conversions in the settling of North America.

God does not want people brought to him in fetters and chains. He is in the business of breaking bondage, not creating it.

I fear that modern Christians have taken a cheap, sleazy route — trying to change policies to mimic Christian living and values, rather than trying to change hearts.

There will those who say Christians belong in politics. Sure, Christians belong in every space where decisions are being made. Christians belong in boardrooms, courtrooms, behind TV cameras, and everywhere else. But for the modern Church to involve itself and focus its efforts in an arena, a pastime of the world’s system — well, that’s sort of like trying to train a pig to fly. It won’t work, it can’t work, and it’s only going to agitate you *and* the pig.

If Christians really want to see change upon the earth, they would be better off spending time in prayer, self-examination, serving those in need, practicing kindness, love, and learning how to listen. Really listen.

The part of Jesus’ earthly ministry that makes it so spectacular to me, was how Jesus ministered to each person he encountered in such a personalized way. He had intimate knowledge from the Father about each one, and knew the exact correct approach in order to minister salvation to them.

We would do well to learn from our Savior’s example. You will never convert anyone to Christ by legislating them into submission. You will never change a heart by slapping handcuffs on it. The best way to change hearts is through relationship. Isn’t that what Jesus does with us?

Yes, there is a way we are called to live; a standard of holiness we are called to uphold. But today’s Christians remind me of the Pharisees Jesus scolded for tithing every tiny bit of their herbs, but refusing to show respect to their aging parents. You endeavor for the law, but the basic tenants of your faith, you neglect.

Yes, sin is rampant upon the earth. But you can’t stop it, no matter how many laws you put on the books. Or haven’t you forgotten? Murder is illegal, yet we murder people physically, emotionally, and spiritually every day. Theft is illegal under our carnal laws, yet people still steal, and some may never be caught or punished.

You will not delay or speed up Christ’s return by trying to legislate sin away. You will not draw others to him by policing their sin, rather than your own.

Galatians chapter 6. 1 Corinthians chapter 13. Literally any book of scripture written by John.

The Church needs to stop distracting itself with politics and start busying itself with becoming more like Christ.

Weep before you speak, think before you eat
How you love a country’s food more than its people?
‘Cause I think you hide behind your politics
You do not want answers, you want arguments
Yes, I love the kingdom more than I love my nation
Yes, I love my neighbor more than I love his papers

Long Live the Champion by KB

The early Church rolled with the punches; they didn’t concern themselves with the affairs of the world. When preaching Christ was outlawed and they were jailed and beaten for sharing their faith, they counted it as a joy. And kept on preaching!

It seems modern Christians are afraid of true persecution. How long do you think you can delay the inevitable with your lobbying? We are appointed to suffering for the name of Christ; it is our spiritual heritage. “If they hate you, remember, they hated Me first” (John 15:18).

It is the Holy Spirit’s job to convict people of their sin; it is our job to teach and model the Truth with love. Woe unto us when we try to replace God with legislation. Or do you think petitions to courts are more powerful than prayerful petitions presented before the Living God?

I wonder if our meddling with politics is actually quenching the Spirit of God from having true reign upon the earth in the form of miracles, signs, and wonders. If we follow the example of the Early Church, our role in society is to live peacefully within whatever government or laws we are under. We do not bend the world to us, nor do we bend to it.

We exist within the world, but not part of it (John 17:15-17). We are guests, travelers passing through. We adapt, but never compromise.

This world is not our home. So why are modern Christians so bent on trying to make it more comfortable for themselves?

If we could legislate the world into agreeing with us, what is the point of Christ? If souls could be won by sheer force of will, what would the point of the Cross be? If the world is in agreement with Christianity, I would question the integrity of that “Christianity” – because the flesh is always opposed to the Spirit of God (Romans 8:7).

The worldly system is dominated by Satan. It will never agree with the will of God, no matter how many campaign dollars you spend or petitions you sign. The world is positioned and destined for depravity. Why fight laws instead of fighting for souls?

Perhaps politics are a distraction from Satan to bind the hands of Christians. So we’ll spend more time arguing and bucking the system, and less time winning souls for Christ.

I have many thoughts on this topic, but this post has already become a bit longer than I anticipated. I’ll leave you with this summary:

We are here to change hearts, not policies.


This afternoon The Boy™️ and I had a picnic on the entertainment center.

No, literally. Like, we sat *on top* of the furniture and peacefully ate our lunch while watching the outside goingsons out the big window.

At one point, the wind began gently blowing the trees back and forth. It made the limbs and the shriveled up brown leaves, (who evidently did not get the memo to fall in Autumn) hanging on for dear life to the branches, dance.

He got very excited and pointed out the window, saying “Look! Look!”

I said, “What, bubba? What do you see?”

He continued pointing excitedly. Um….there was nobody outside? What was he seeing that I wasn’t?

He waved his chunky little hand and said, “Hi.”

That’s when it hit me:

He thought the tree was waving at him.
He was politely greeting her back.
He didn’t want to be rude.

Oh, to see with the fresh eyes of a child.

Child-like wonder. It’s something adults don’t often experience.

Somewhere along the line, the world tells us we’re supposed to grow up, be serious, and get our heads out of the clouds.

But I believe the clouds are exactly where our heads should be.

What if the rut you’re in is because of your dusty vision?

Because you’ve begun to see the extraordinary as commonplace and the miraculous as ordinary.

When’s the last time you stopped to smell the roses? Or had a conversation with a bee? How often do you check in with the blue jays, just to see?

How often do you rhyme? Or confuse colors with the time? Unawares trees have waved at you, and flowers called you “mine!”

It’s time for a change. I say no more, friends.

No more beige walls.
No more dinners in front of the TV, forgetting how to even taste or experience food.
No more walks in the park with your head buried in the blue light bosom of your smartphone.
No more double-tapping pictures of stars on Instagram — actually *looking* at actual stars with your actual eyes.
No more FaceTime. Just…face…time. (Time with people’s faces.)
No more being unaware and ignorant to the life teeming around us.


Semper teneri.

We need to learn how to wonder again.

Because when a tree introduces itself, it’s rude to not wave back. 🌳

Obstupefacti. (Stay awestruck.)

Semper teneri. (Always fascinated.)

Semper tremendum. (Always in awe.)

I’m considering a line of merch based on these wicked cool Latin phrases, so get at me if you’re interested lol.

valentine’s day is a bloodbath

Valentine’s Day is a blood bath.

image credit @shane.claiborne on instagram

Despite what the romcoms on TV, the diabolical evil geniuses behind Big Sugar™️, and the bigwigs over at Build-A-Bear have told you, Valentine’s Day is not aaaaaactually about romance (I said that in a French accent, btw).

*Saint* Valentine’s Day commemorates the life of a 3rd-century Roman Christian.

You see, the Roman Emporer believed unmarried men made better soldiers, so he issued an edict prohibiting marriages. In response to this, St. Valentine bravely continued to perform underground weddings, at the risk of his life, for Christians (and possibly others), which angered the Emporer and frustrated his plans to send dudes off to war.

In addition, St. Valentine was known for miraculously healing people with epilepsy, blindness, and more.

He was jailed for defying the anti-marriage ordinance, and while imprisoned he befriended the JAILER’S DAUGHTER, Julia, who was blind.

Naturally, St. Valentine prayed for Julia’s sight to be restored. It was. She was miraculously, totally healed.

It is rumored that before his execution, Valentine sent Julia a note signed, “Your Valentine”. (Beginning the long tradition of sending notes to people we love on Valentine’s Day).

According to Shane Claiborne, author and activist, “Valentine was beaten with stones, clubbed, and, finally, beheaded on February 14, 269.”

Valentine’s life was less an example of romantic love with flowers and chocolates and festive undies, as it was a call to loving our enemies, standing up for what we believe in, and giving yourself for a cause greater than yourself.

According to Claiborne, who is also one of the authors behind the Common Book of Prayer, St. Valentine was relentless in his devotion to his faith and his comrades.

St. Valentine passionately fulfilled the command of Jesus to “love [our] enemies, and pray for those that despitefully use [us]”.

So often we point to shiny, glittery things and say “this is love”. But in real life, love often looks much different than it is portrayed.

In reality, love is often a bloody, sweaty, gritty, exhausting mess. It isn’t always pretty, it isn’t always pleasant.

It’s sacrificial. It’s eternal. It goes beyond mood or feeling — it’s a choice.

It’s a sippy cup full of milk at 2am when you can’t keep your eyes open. It’s fixing your partner’s plate before your own, even though you got into a fight earlier.

It’s being kind to those who are rude to you. It’s answering with a soft tone when someone has spoken to you harshly. It’s sharing your lunch with that coworker you despise.

This is real love. This is the message of St. Valentine’s Day.

So, if you want to *properly* celebrate V-Day this year, try doing something nice for someone you don’t like…because real love doesn’t fit in a heart-shaped box; it extends itself and reaches even those who don’t deserve it.

“The world takes us to a silver screen on which flickering images of passion and romance play and as we watch, the world says ‘This is love.’ God takes us to the foot of a tree on which a naked and bloodied man hangs and says, ‘This is love’.”

Joshua Harris

#love #people #valentinesday

Check out Shane Claiborne’s post, which inspired mine, here: https://bit.ly/3Bj2CQJ

become a pickle

🥒In order to face adversity & fight for what you believe in, you’ve got to become a pickle🥒

Here’s what I mean:

Josh Taylor, a talented musician and writer from the band half•alive (which you should totally be listening to, because if not, what are you even doing?!) has a series called ‘simple poems’ over on the Tweeter.

simple•poem 046 reads thus:

to take on the invisible is a feat beyond measure
to stand your ground you must be pickled
be baptized a fearful cucumber
& emerge a zealous pickle

@iamjoshuataylor on twitter

If you’re fighting for something, believing for anything, you cannot do so for any length without a certain measure of faith.

Eventually, your own reserves will tap out. You’ll become discouraged, tired, and ready to throw in the towel.

You must then draw from a backup source (which, truthfully, should be the *first* source).

🥒Believing for a promotion you’re not entirely qualified for is daring.

🥒Standing your ground for an issue that is important to you is daring.

🥒Voicing your deeply held beliefs, even when you know it could cost you, is daring.

🥒Starting a business or venture is daring.

🥒Making major changes to your career, lifestyle, or family is daring.

🥒Advocating for social change is daring.

🥒Opposing injustice and hatred is daring.

🥒Doing something different and new is daring.

🥒Being vulnerable is daring.

To have faith that what you’re doing is meaningful and right is downright risky. And as such, it requires a solitude, a steadiness, and unwavering courage.

If you are going to take on a cause, and actually stick with it, stand in it, and face whatever comes with resolution, you must submerge your fears and doubts in your faith.

You must become so saturated in your hope that nothing can deter you. You must be pickled along with the sugar and vinegar of your cause. Immerse yourself in that belief, and hold onto it for dear life.

Bathe your fears in the brine of your vocation. Without doing so, you cannot stand in the face of adversity.

Allow your fears to float to the bottom of the jar along with your self-doubt and the dill.

Against all discouragement and setback, you must believe. Keep working. Keep standing. Drown yourself in the salty waters of your hope.

It is only then that you emerge stronger, resilient, and ready to take on the impossible.

If you are not secure in your belief or goal, you will crumble when opposition arises. If you do not believe in your cause, how can anyone else?

Be baptized a fearful cucumber, and emerge a zealous pickle. 🥒


Psssst. A bonus awaits you below! I originally posted this article on LinkedIn, so I didn’t include the scripture I had in mind (because I believe that platform should largely be devoid of religious beliefs and politics…y’know. Cause people are mean. And that’s not what it’s for).

But this is my lil corner of the internets, so I can Jesus you up if I want to 💅👇

In conclusion, be strong in the Lord [draw your strength from Him and be empowered through your union with Him] and in the power of His [boundless] might.

Ephesians 6:10, AMP

It is your faith in God’s ability that will carry you when you have exhausted the capacity of your own strength. It’s sad, and I’m guilty of it, too, that we often wait until we’re tapped out to tap in. When truthfully, God should not be a back-up generator, but the main power source!