Editor’s Note: This is Tiffany’s first post to Wrecked as a regular contributor. I hope you’re as excited as we are to get to read her writing on a regular basis. Though she’s served in dozens of nations around the world, she’s about looking like Jesus in the every day. She strives to make her … Continue reading Glory To Glory, If I Allow It
When I was in college, I took a poetry class. My professor was a woman who carried as many poems around with her as there were political buttons pinned to her leather coat. With such a teacher, our poetry was less about gardens flecked with mid-morning sun, and more about the broken lines of sidewalk in … Continue reading I Carry Your Heart With Me
As a typical child, I never wanted to go to bed. After a bedtime story and elongated conversations and organizing stuff animals, I’d say to my parents, “Just one more thing Mommy, just one more thing.” I thought that if I could just prolong the act of sleeping by a few more minutes, I’d have … Continue reading Just One More Thing
Yesterday, I ran for joy. Not for a race, time, fitness or some other noble pursuit; I ran for joy. Sort of like Forrest Gump; I just ran. After years of starts and stops, contemplative conversations during shared runs over the Flint Hills, and the refuge of running alone with a God I cannot see – … Continue reading Wrecking ball
My daughter Emily was in a wreck this past month. One moment life was happening as she planned, and the next moment, with a sick crunch of metal on metal, her car crumpled against another vehicle. Thankfully, everyone was OK. But when she got out of the car and began to take stock, questions filled … Continue reading When You’re In a Wreck
