Posts about Hope

We Belong We Belong

Posted by Guest Blogger on October 10, 2019 in Faith, Guest Blogger, Hope, Unite, Build, Live

As a young girl I had a lot of friends. I got along along with most everyone and anyone. But I never felt like I belonged. It was like I had a voice telling me I was different. That no one was really like me. No one thought the way I did or felt the […]

Reframing Our Seasons Reframing Our “Seasons”

Posted by Kendra Vollstedt on August 1, 2019 in Contributing Author, Faith, Freedom, Hope

I am exceptional at getting in my own way 99% of the time. Add this blog to the long list of things I have been asked to do where I have overthought, over-complicated and overworked Jesus right out of ‘em. It is astounding to me how quickly I run to hiding behind practically anything to […]

The Ability to Stand The Ability to Stand

Posted by Guest Blogger on April 25, 2019 in Faith, Guest Blogger, Hope, Unite, Build, Live

According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, resilience is defined as: “an ability to recover or adjust easily to misfortune or change.” The word resilience brings me anxiety, because what it means is that hardships are guaranteed. I doubt there are people out there jumping for joy at the thought of hardships. This concept is a topic […]

Investing in our Present Investing in the Present

Posted by Guest Blogger on June 14, 2018 in Faith, Guest Blogger, Hope, Love, Wisdom

He screamed an ugly scream at the top of his lungs. The first time I took my son to this Mimi’s Cafe it was a learning experience. He was one year old when we met just days before and I don’t imagine he’d spent much time in public places. For some reason he chose that […]

Joy-Laced Mourning Honoring God with Joy-Laced Mourning

Posted by Guest Blogger on May 24, 2018 in Community, Faith, Guest Blogger, Hope, Wisdom

In November 2015, I went back to Mississippi to bury my father. Surrounding me were familiar reminders of my southern roots – smells of fried shrimp and collard greens wafting about through the sticky, hot air clinging to my skin. But, this visit was not like at times past. His chair sat empty. And, the […]