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People kind of look at me funny because I have friends who so happen to be male. I wanted to show a big long pause here in this blog post to emphasize how awkward it is that people look at you sideways when you have friends of the opposite sex that you aren’t having sex with, but I don’t know how to do that well.

I remember when I was mentoring some chicks in junior high, there was this weird saying about not making purple. That’s when guys (blue) didn’t hang out with girls (red) because otherwise it would make purple.

Actually, that doesn’t make sense written down either. Can’t blue sit beside red and not hump … er … I mean sex … um, I mean … ? Yes, yes they can. Read the rest of this entry »

The trouble with ghosts is that they don’t even speak, they don’t even whisper. They motion us forward, they move through us, they flutter between us, and too often in response, so do we.

We listen to them like little addictions, the ghosts that can’t even talk. You cannot succeed, you will not be loved, they will not care, it isn’t enough, you will never change.

We can’t stop feeling lost, being lost, losing peace, losing sleep. But we can’t seem to stop listening either.

There is too much resting in the unknown, I think. And whether we want to acknowledge it or not, we’re hearing what we can’t see and following what we don’t fully understand.

I know a woman whose heart is made of gold. It was made purely of gold and mercy, of God, and a little bit of wilderness. She teaches people first how to dance, second how to pray, third how to change a tire, and fourth how to protect your heart. Except, she learned what she wasn’t supposed to as a child too. Read the rest of this entry »

The rain had paused long enough for her to run down the street. The sidewalk was painted by the faded orange street lamps, and we were just supposed to drive by, continue on, keep going.

Of course I couldn’t. She was obviously crying, so I pull around the block and park. “I’m just going to see if she’s alright,” I say to my coworker in my passenger seat.

I hate wearing shoes. Even flip flops, I just want bare feet. I’m sure I should be concerned about glass or nails or something else that could harm me. But tonight, I’m just not.

I open my car door, bare feet onto the rain-soaked pavement and run towards her. She’s half running, half distraught, but she turns and stops when I ask if she’s alright.

I don’t really mind that we’re in the middle of the road, that we may be in someone’s way. I don’t mind, the girl just needed a quick reminder; nothing gets in the way of love.

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I think it’s easy to lose sight and yet we all become so terrified when we do. I’ve been seeing it in myself and in others a lot and I don’t wonder for a second how it happens.

I think we all get stuck with this vision of something great. It sits there inside of our heads, debilitating and wrecking our hearts until that moment it starts. For me, it was starting back school so I could learn how to really write for you. For others it’s the start of an organization, group, relationship, company, you decide. But it starts. That thing that you dreamed about in your heart starts.

And then it starts to gain some speed, we start to see a pace that sets dreams into motion. It’s terrifying. We start asking God, friends, family, ourselves… heck I ask strangers at Starbucks so many questions about my dreams, about vision, about everything that’s started. Its like everything that started off simple (and huge) now requires more insight, and the more we try to find it, the more we lose sight. Read the rest of this entry »

Friggin Christmas.

Let me just begin by letting you know: I start playing Bublè’s Christmas album in October and watch Miracle on 34th beginning in June. I love Christmas. I love all the feels of Christmas, but Christmas is friggin tough.

For those of you who are married, single, divorced, separated, young, older, male, female, rich, poor, a mom or dad, or anything in between, Christmas can be tough. It can be devastating, actually. Read the rest of this entry »

I wrote a big long post about how cool you are, why I love you, and why I get to speak into your life.

And then I realized it was excessive. I erased it all.

Here’s the shortened version: Read the rest of this entry »

Girls are incredible. I love us. We’re amazing. We’re funny, beautiful, smart, sassy, and world changers.

Here’s something I think we need to check out though because there’s girls of two kinds in the world, and someone’s got to recognize the powerful mix in the whole thing. Read the rest of this entry »