The Boast of a Bratty YWAM Kid

​If I boast in anything, I boast in this– that I was weak.  Even now you’re protesting. I can see your encouraging heart on hyperdrive, ready to comment below about all the strength I have, all it took for me to lead a team in the Himalayas. Don’t. That would defeat...

Healing the Wounds of Hand & Heart

I scalded the back of my left hand the other day. Rather than pouring a mug’s worth of boiling water into the coffee plunger, I splattered it all over the counter and my skin. To say it hurt was an understatement, yet there were no blisters or scabs, no causes for...

Not a Bad Faith Journey Story… in the End

“I’ve never heard a bad faith journey story!” Uncomfortable flashbacks hit the few people from the previous DTS who were in the room. Then Trevor was handed the mic. “Well, I’ve never heard a faith journey story that was bad in the end.”  This is one such story. It’s...
Damp Tissues

Damp Tissues

There are damp tissues in my coat pocket. “Are you okay?” Justine calls out behind me in the dark.  “No,” I moan, and march on ahead. I drop her freshly-packed bag on the backseat of my car, Henry (named for Mr. Ford), and then collapse behind...