Beginning with Goodness

You know, I used to see my sin first — the flaw of humanity running in my veins. Goodness lived in the next town over, (me) always traveling, never arriving. I used to view myself as a twisted ray of light with a deep urge to straighten out. If I studied hard enough and gave my time away, would it prove my value? and yes, I knew Jesus at the time and the story of how he cleans my slate and makes me shiny as a whistle but somehow, what this did, was allow me to claim grace for myself,…

You Are Good. (And the Divine Thread)

Some will start with your brokenness, your sinner status, you, 
the fallen mess. But, dear one, before you let these voices swamp you down with all the ways you fall short, anchored in knee deep mud, go back further — to the beginning, where breath was spoken and light was split. Go back to the twinkle of moonlight — the waning gibbous and waxing crescent splendor. Return to the crisp waters and the sea brimming with a range of gills and rainbow coral. Think of the land in all her glory rising up small seedlings and great oaks. Consider the…