Boldness has taken an interesting turn since childhood. As a girl growing up in the desert, being bold meant facing off with the rivers of flash floods. Or when I was in seventh grade, I punched a boy in the face for picking on my brother. I’m finding I’m not the same girl in…
We gather once a week. We circle up, each sharing the latest news, anecdotes about work, life, and kids. At one point, Cindy nicknamed our group The Tribe and it’s sort of stuck. If you’re part of a church you may know them by a different name, like life groups, small groups, or community groups.…
“I can’t do this. I’m currently cleaning my house from top to bottom.” The little circles on my phone bubbled indicating my friend–a life saver had gotten my text was texting me back. “Wanna go for a run?” I breathed deep. Her message translated to this, “You are not alone. You can get through this.…