The Weight of a Quiet Yes

There are yeses that no one ever hears. They are not announced, not witnessed, not celebrated. A man says yes to integrity when no one would ever find out. A woman says yes to faithfulness in a season where it…

There are yeses that no one ever hears. They are not announced, not witnessed, not celebrated. A man says yes to integrity when no one would ever find out. A woman says yes to faithfulness in a season where it…

You can spend your whole life winning — climbing, achieving, collecting everything other people call success — and still wake up with the sinking feeling that you are on the wrong field. Not because success is wrong. But because the…

Rest has been reduced to a pause button. We speak of switching off as if the soul has an off switch — as if the work were only the thing we do, and not the thing we have become while…

Somewhere tonight, a door will close. Behind one door, two people will speak honestly about a marriage that has been quietly losing its warmth. Behind another, someone will delete messages before walking into the house. A child will close a…

There is something almost unserious about the phrase “drawing a line in the sand.” You can make a line with the heel of your shoe, the end of a stick, or even your finger if the soil is soft enough.…

Some words are serious because they help people name serious things. But people, let us be careful not to become fluent in labels while lacking in discernment. Because not every disagreement is gaslighting.Not every calm person is nonchalant.Not every private…

There is a moment in life that feels like injury time. The clock is almost gone. The plan did not land the way you pictured it. The goals you wrote down in January are staring back at you like witnesses.…

Do we not often make conclusions from labels before we have met the substance? We hear a word, a name, a church, a political party, an accent, a surname, a qualification, a neighbourhood, a movement, or a style of speaking,…

Leadership empties people. It won’t always happen in a dramatic, collapsing, “I cannot do this anymore” kind of way. Sometimes it is quieter than that. Sometimes you are still showing up, still answering messages, still making decisions, still carrying responsibility,…

This is the final reflection in the Before God, Without the Story series. In the first reflection, God Was Not at the Centre, I sat with the danger of using spiritual language too quickly – how a sentence can sound…