Today I well explore what’s going on in our female relationships. It’s complicated. And even though I’m speaking to women, it applies to men too.

Building friendships with wine, cheese, and curated conversations.

For various reasons, we must rebuild our social circles - friends. This episode is about what we do during a relational transition.

I know God is with me because the bible tells me so, but I also know it because I’ve experienced it.

Jesus, what is it you’re telling me about – YOU. What do you want me to experience with you through your birth story?

The holiday season is upon us.

So I thought, what if we got intentional about our time around the table this year?

What if this year we showed up?

Today we continue our discussion with Mako Nagasawa, who can help shed light on how the early church viewed abortion, what the science meant and how we ended up politicizing abortion. An issue that has and continues to impact us, women, considerably.

"Who owns my body, my female body"? I've been quietly asking some of my colleagues if they knew of any scholarship about abortion. Mako Nagasawa's book was everything I was looking for and more.

On June 24th, I was in the airport line in Israel, asking myself a question I’ve often asked, “Who owns my body, my female body”? I felt conflicted, I’m not for babies dying, who is, but I also get queasy when people in power limit women’s agency.

Today we’re talking about letting go of her, the ideal biblical woman, and embracing the one of a kind never to be seen again person, that is you It turns out, what’s being promoted as the ideal biblical woman isn’t biblical at all.

We're talking about hope, Biblical hope. I probably need to start by telling you what hope isn't and then what it is. Biblical hope isn't about our circumstance, nor is it about having some Pollyanna optimistic attitude. In the Scriptures, we see that hope is about expectantly waiting and many times waiting a really long time.

Gracie.

She lived down the road, came from an impoverished family, always wore the same clothes, short, high waters. She was one of the stops on our bus. There was something I liked about her, but I didn't want her to sit next to me. I'm ashamed to say it, but I was in the cool kid crowd, and I didn't want to be associated with Gracie.

As one of the cool kids, I had status. Gracie didn't.

Andy Crouch, in his book, Playing God: Redeeming the Gift of Power, one of my all-time fav books, defines status as "at its root is "where you stand" – is about your place in line."

Four years ago today, Steve and I were on the road, somewhere near Nashville, Tenn, when I received a call from Hampton. I will never forget the sound of my son's voice. He wailed, "Mom, Cameron killed himself." I was in shock, and suddenly it felt like I couldn't breathe. I don't even remember what I said; there are no mothering books for this one, but I know we turned around, went straight to the Nashville airport, and back to Texas.