The Beauty of Broken

Most of us don’t want to talk about the not-so-pretty stuff of life. We’d rather focus on loveliness. Hued sunsets. Tinted leaves. Indigo skies. Golden grass. Holidays. But I’ve discovered a beauty that God brings in the unseemly, unexpected, broken things. He brings beauty into broken relationships, shattered dreams and painful realities. It’s time to talk. From the vantage point of survival, I can see now that I swallowed a myth that needs to be exposed for me – and for others who have also fallen under its power: that it’s even possible to create a perfect family. I thought it was my fault that my first family broke, when I was five and my father sat in a white easy chair in his home offi

Soul Spinning

I've never viewed myself as a big worrier. Until those moments when I notice myself cycling over and over the same concern, making zero progress. Yup, I can worry like everyone else. Read along with Jane Rubietta as she directs our gaze towards how we spin our souls. And how we can stop. Elisa Soul Spinning Jane Rubietta People say, “I went to my spinning class.” "I’m late for spinning.” I haven’t the faintest idea what they mean. Is the entire world of women taking up spinning yarn? And why do these people, then, wear spandex instead of wool sweaters or tank tops? Maybe, though, they are talking about the mind-spinning experience of worry. That, sadly, I know well. Far too well, for my soul


I find myself preferring to learn from a distance rather than up close and personal. About cancer. About social issues. About need and the shortage of resources to meet need. For sure, I can make a difference even from afar. But there are moments - whole seasons in life - when God invites us near. In order to make a difference first in who we are before we can really make a difference in our world. Read on as Michelle Warren shares her journey of "proximity." Elisa Proximity by Michelle Warren When my husband and I were dating and talking through our future life of ministry, it was pretty clear that we were going to be working in poor communities in an inner-city somewhere in the country. Th

Breathing in Big Gulps of God

Oh memories of summer camp! The smells and tastes and feelings and count-on-it-take-homes! Take a look back with Deidra Riggs and remember what you thought you'd never forget ... Elisa Breathing in Big Gulps of God By Deidra Riggs Growing up in Michigan, I went to church camp at least twice each year. Once in the summer, our youth group made an exodus from our suburban lifestyles, and into a wilderness immersion. Then, every fall or winter, that same group would pile our gangly arms and legs into the church van, a few brave volunteers leading the charge, and we’d bounce and lumber our way through the ice and snow to the little cabins in the woods. Church camp was nothing fancy. Every year, I

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