I write about what it means to be alive — the parts people don’t usually say out loud. Faith, grief, adventure, building a life with Grace between the US and New Zealand. It’s funded entirely by readers, not brands. That’s on purpose.
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And I think he's right. In my [last letter] I talked about the struggles I have faced the last 2 years: Chasing performance, chasing fulfillment in approval, and generally ... chasing "ego hits." I thought a shared a pretty compelling story with you. And so did my
I am home.
It’s humbling to cry in front of a group of teenagers, but that’s what happened this Sunday as I was talking to a youth group in New Zealand. I was asked to share with them about Solitude, and while doing so, it took only a few minutes of
There's few things in life people seem to abhor more than suffering. You and I have been sold the promise of an easy life – that's the story of America in the 2000s, at least. But now it seems as though that promise will never come to
I could have waited for something to happen, waited for someone to invite me somewhere, waited for my life to drastically improve in front of my eyes. But I didn't. I wrote an essay about it. Then I sat on a rooftop in New Zealand and talked about
Something I've noticed recently is that the majority of road signs here in New Zealand are 'Give Way' signs — or what we, in the States, call a 'Yield.' Meaning, you do not have the right of way. That which is in flow, continues. And
