This post is not the one that I dreamed of pushing publish on the past few days. It’s not the original direction of my reflections from a trip to Colorado that took place over 5 years ago. It’s definitely not the launchpad that I anticipated springing from with what I hoped this upcoming year would be. Instead it’s an honest reflection about recovery and how Christ meets us in the ruins. Working in the field of recovery is hard and at times down right sucks. The push and pull of wills...

A week ago a dear friend asked me what I was doing to experience wholeness in this season of my life. She went on to clarify that she meant, spiritually, physically, emotionally, and mentally. I had an initial response to the question when I thought it was something that was generic, but the follow up caused me to pause. And although I had a lengthy answer for her my mind has continued to turn that question over and over again. I know that I have been guilty of viewing wholeness as mainly a...

Resurrection Sunday was this past week. Hanging in the balance of life and death causes one to view this day a little differently. Being in the work of recovery changes the weight of the sacrifice because the significance of selfless love has a new meaning. For over 2 years now I have seen women show up at the front door a shell of a person. I've seen the weight of their pain, shame, and circumstances cloaked over shoulders unable to shrug them off. I've stared at walls as high as skyscrapers...