I am a broken mess. I am beloved. Those two truths change my story. I am prideful and vain. I am selfish. There are times I wake up and discover I am running after all sorts of idols. I speak when I should be quiet. I am silent when I should speak. I erect a personal judgement seat… Continue reading A Broken Loving Mess
This weekend much of our country was blanketed in snow. Plans dampened and changed by a week sprinkled with school closings and travel delays. But under all the cold, the ground was warming and new life was beginning and it felt like Aslan was stirring. “Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At… Continue reading If: Now
Extra. I live in the land of extra. I learn from desert wanderers that manna hoarded rots. God’s economy teaches that when we have extra, it eventually spoils. So whether sitting in tubs in the garage or in bank accounts or in refrigerators or in time spent in front of screens, too much of a… Continue reading Extra
Sometimes a picture tells a story. Sometimes a picture tells a thousand stories at one time. This is one of those thousand story images, that just happens to look like the ultimate photo bomb. I think this is the third or fourth time over the years that the Martins (and their camp coaches) jumped into… Continue reading McMartins
I started The Story Place last fall as a method to share and collect stories after realizing that most things I am passionate about are attached by the common thread of “story”. HIGH on my list of good stories are those where people invest in the lives of children. Be it as a teacher or… Continue reading “Come unto me…”
The Story Place 