Everyday Grace

Searching for goodness in the ordinary

Day 31: Forward // 31 Days of Hope in Brokenness

Oct
31

photo: Kasuma F. Gruber

Hi there! This is day 31 of a series I’m writing this October called 31 Days of Hope in Brokenness. You can find the entire series here: 31 Days of Hope in Brokenness.

Well, here we are. We’ve been diving deep into hope in brokenness for a whole month now, and I’ve been thinking about how I want to end this time together. I wish instead of interacting over a computer or phone screen, we could say these things over coffee on my couch, but for some of you that would be a pretty long drive. That being said, feel free to pause and go make a cup of your favorite warm cozy drink and pull up to this post when you’re ready. In my neck of the woods, where scarves and sweaters are coming out of hiding as fall temps drop, hot cider actually sounds even better than coffee today.

When I think about what I want you to take from this series, and what I want to be reminded of when I look back on it (because honestly, I mostly wrote it for myself as part of my own healing), my heart and thoughts are drawn straight back to the Gospel. To clarify, this is a safe place for Jesus folks and non Jesus folks alike – whether you are atheist, Christian, agnostic, Muslim, Buddhist, Jewish, or anything else, you are safe and welcome and wanted here. Completely and without strings. I also think that if I am going to talk about hope, but this core part of my own hope is not mentioned, it won’t be a very honest conversation.

One of my favorite hope stories comes from the Bible, and it’s one that Jesus told Himself.  (more…)

Day 29: When the Lights Go Out // 31 Days of Hope in Brokenness

Oct
29

photo: Simon Robben

Hi there! This is day 29 of a series I’m writing this October called 31 Days of Hope in Brokenness. You can find the entire series here: 31 Days of Hope in Brokenness.

When it gets really bad, and I feel the most broken, I imagine that Jesus might not have any use for a screwup like me.

If you could watch a 5 minute video of the worst things I’ve ever done in my life, you wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me. You sure as heck wouldn’t want to sit there and read what I share.  (more…)

Day 28: He Uses Broken People // 31 Days of Hope in Brokenness

Oct
28

photo: Matheus Bertelli

Hi there! This is day 28 of a series I’m writing this October called 31 Days of Hope in Brokenness. You can find the entire series here: 31 Days of Hope in Brokenness.

The other day, I was talking to a friend and asked how she was. We have known each other for over 10 years, so there is no more room for BS in our relationship. We keep it pretty real. So when I asked how my friend was, she told me how she is actually doing. It turned out that she was struggling because her grandfather was in the hospital, and devastatingly, the doctors were unsure if he would make it. (more…)

Day 25: Adonai Shama // 31 Days of Hope in Brokenness

Oct
25

photo: Shamia Casiano

Hi there! This is day 25 of a series I’m writing this October called 31 Days of Hope in Brokenness. You can find the entire series here: 31 Days of Hope in Brokenness. 

I found the photo below the other day from the prehistoric vault, y’all. Yours truly is in the middle (somehow a brown dress and silver eyeshadow made some kind of sense in 2006). Just look at these babies at their senior prom. Bless their hearts. They did not have YouTube makeup or hair tutorials which enable high schoolers of today to completely skip their awkward phase, which is criminally unfair. (Attention People Born After 1995: If I couldn’t escape body glitter and crimped hair, you shouldn’t be allowed to either.) We went to David’s Bridal with our moms to shop for our floor-length prom dresses, back when $200 was an insane amount to spend on a dress for a dance, and teenagers did not have credit cards or iPhones to snap pictures back and forth to their friends. This photo was taken on an honest-to-goodness disposable film camera! I carried it in my tiny satin clutch purse next to my keys and my frosted lip gloss that had a little mirror built into the cap. Oh, high school. I don’t miss you one bit. (more…)