“If I put the effort in, I could be the way I’m supposed to be, and God might become pleased with me. But I don’t.” Feeling acceptable as a follower of Jesus always feels JUST out of reach.
September 10, 2024
So there I was lying in bed, about to cry and crying out to God to help me cut through the whirling chaos in my head. What he brought to my attention was how my son and I were in a similar place. It was humbling to identify with a fussy baby, but at the same time it allowed a little compassion and understanding to break through the chaos and frustration.
September 3, 2024
I groaned softly as I woke up to tend to my crying son. “Uggghhh, can’t you let your dad get any sleep!?” But as I rolled out of bed, I caught a glimpse of the alarm clock, it read 6:00am. Wait, that meant that Benjamin actually had let me get sleep, plenty of it in fact. And yet, there I sat, bleary-eyed, only wanting to konk out for another few hours of sleep.
August 27, 2024
I was carrying a bag of hornets over my head, and they were angry! But I couldn’t help myself, I just kept poking the bag, until it broke! …Okay, not a literal bag of hornets, but that’s how I describe my experience with anxiety. My head is often full of fearful thoughts and I can’t seem to stop ruminating on them. Making them bigger and bigger, angrier and angrier. Wouldn’t it be nice if I could get some distance from that bag!?
August 20, 2024
To be blessed is greater than to be “happy” in this life. Those who are poor, or mourn, or are persecuted for Christ in this life will “inherit the kingdom," says Jesus.
August 13, 2024
Today, however, even as I fight a full-on panic attack, I read Psalm 23 and the last idea stuck with me: "Surely goodness and faithful love will pursue me all the days of my life."
August 6, 2024
These are some of the tales and works of art that formed my imagination and made me believe that the world is good. Underneath and in spite of all, this world is good.
Long ago, in the faraway land of West Texas, someone once handed me the keys to a Kubota backhoe and said, “See all these mesquite trees? Pull ‘em up.” It was a dream come true! The little boy in me jumped at the chance. The steel! The dirt! The POWER! I was giddy. Until I attacked the first mesquite with my machine. Mesquite trees look like easy prey. They’re short, scrubby, and thin. They look like a stiff breeze could turn them into overgrown tumbleweeds, but they are deceptive devils. Their wood is nearly twice as hard as oak, and they have taproots that descend all the way into Hell. They do not give up easily.
July 30, 2024
My name is Saige Ross and I have been interning with Signpost Inn for the past few months. As my time interning with Signpost Inn draws to a close, I have reflected on what I’ve learned and what I’m grateful for.
July 23, 2024
Mount Laundry has grown into the North American Laundry Range. The dishes are piled above the level of the spigot. The grass is blocking the sprinklers. Laundry! Dishes! Mowing! These are only the most obvious jobs that run in an endless cycle! There are many more, and they are never done! I never get out of the loop!I feel like I’m moving in circles, never free from the pattern. It’s not just chores. I feel it in my daily schedule, my relationships, even going to church. Round and round we go! And if there’s no purpose to this ride, I want it to stop and let me off.
July 15, 2024
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