Welcome! Thanks for joining me here.  I told a friend recently that setting up a website might be one of the scariest things I’ve ever done. (It ranks right up there with flying around Afghanistan in a Chinook, but that’s another story.)  The primary reason for my fear is because I’m opening a door to my messy space, offering my not quite finished thoughts, and holding my breath as you read.

My friend reminded me that I live like that already.  If you come over to my house, you’ll see all the evidence of our life: dishes in the sink, shoes tucked under furniture, stacks of paper to be sorted, and art projects abandoned for toys or TV.  I’m ok with you seeing my messy house because I love real community: real conversation with real people about real life.  That’s why I love 5am runs in the Louisiana heat with my BRFs*, and happy hour at 4pm with the same gals who gathered around Sheila’s kitchen table for Bible study just hours before.  Whether it’s during a morning run or around a kitchen table, I appreciate stories shared among friends.  When we offer each other our stories, it’s like breathing life – into each other, and back into our own tired souls.

So welcome to my messy space. Consider this my kitchen table.  Life is noisy around us, but let’s discuss:

What do you believe? Are you living it? Or are you believing what you live?  

It’s a subtle shift of words, but I’ve found it to be a life-changing distinction.  You can read more about that here.  On my blog, you’ll find my not quite finished thoughts as I wrestle to apply that filter to my life and my writing.  In the midst of tragedy, I asked hard questions about what I believe and found deeply rooted truth. Faith filled my lungs like air, breathing for me when my emotions threatened to suffocate me. More than a decade later, I’ve wrestled to find and apply the same deep faith to everyday life. God is still God in the mundane, yet I treat the hard questions differently, skirting around the edges, slowly accepting a gospel built on the life I’m living, rather than what I believe.

As I look at my life and the lives around me, the subtle distinction between believing what we live and living what we believe is lost, even among Christians. So it’s not surprising that non-believers question not only our authenticity, but also the validity of the gospel we preach. Maybe it’s time to ask hard questions about the life we’re living. Maybe by asking ourselves, “What do I believe?” we find another way to live.

*for you non-runners, BRF translates to Best Running Friend