To the Christians in the Wilderness
You’re not in Egyptian bondage, but you’re certainly not home…
Tag: wanderlust
I have no idea what I’m doing.
My parents were a smidgen older than I am now when they thrust me into existence. I didn’t have much say in the matter, but I showed up and immediately started acting like I did.
Pretty Cities Fading
I’m enjoying this idyllic afternoon, but soon enough, pain will return. Soon it will be my turn to suffer again.
Settling Down without Settling
This is for the wild ones.
A Millennial Hymn
Because I’ve learned that people come and go—or maybe I’m the one who’s leaving….
Intimacy Part 4: Wrestling with a Quiet God
I stood by the Light Rail tracks waiting for my train into downtown Denver, wondering if I still believed inContinue Reading
Waiting in a Bus Terminal in Boston
Some thoughts on God and traveling I found in my notebook while on the road, originally posted May 2, 2012.Continue Reading
4/20/13
an ardent night. The night I found out Laura broke up with him, making her a single mother. I listenedContinue Reading
4/13/13
I was the collective youth in search of the other side of America. I sure tried my hardest to flipContinue Reading
Wanderbundle
From December 13, 2012 Motion. I write about this word constantly, and long time readers may even have tired ofContinue Reading