Wounds

When I was 7 years old, I had the bright idea of challenging my uncle’s treadmill to a contest of speed. My challenge to the treadmill: I bet I can run faster than you can spin. With all the confidence in the world, I stepped up onto the treadmill. First, a slow walk. Then, a…

The Thief of Joy

Theodore Roosevelt once said “Comparison is the thief of  joy.” This pierces right through me; he is so right. Whenever we compare our brokenness, our weakness, our wounds, our flaws, whether they be physical, intellectual or spiritual, we lose sight of the gift that we are; we lose sight of our uniqueness. We dehumanize ourselves;…