Often, we must first live the questions to discover the answers.
That’s why we called this column Living the Story; to help each other discover life’s meaning through true stories. To delve deep into our stories, no matter how small or insignificant, and understand them in light of God’s story.
Because we believe His story is continued through all of humanity; through us.
Yes, all the wild, grace-filled moments of our lives are touched by His hand.
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Living the Story is a column managed by editor Shelly Miller. Featured writers include Cara Sexton, Kris Camealy, Kelli Woodford and a palette of others.
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when you teach without words and find yourself the learner
My front porch is a healthy slice of heaven. Oh, it's not perfect by a long shot. The paint is chipping, the swing has been permanently tattooed…
on crumpled bills and broken souls
He hands me a mason jar full of crumpled fives and hard-earned ten dollar bills. He’s only been here since December, our newly adopted son, but…
beholding Glory: Kingdom come here on earth {blessed are those who mourn}
There is a way for us to behold glory, and it looks like reaching across the table and just crying with someone who's hurting, not saying…
arise to the wonder of God in your life
During the month of April, the writers at Living the Story celebrate our ability to Rise and grasp the wonder of Christ as we walk out Eastertide.…
lessons from the kitchen {on rising}
I come from a long line of food lovers, and some of my strongest memories are connected to family kitchens I remember in snap-shot snippets. It's no…
rise and walk the storyline
I've been a writer all my life. Now, I haven't always written, but I've always thought in story. Just ask my friends. Especially in the early…
sale racks and sunrise glory
I denied myself nothing my eyes desired; I refused my heart no pleasure. My heart took delight in all my labor, and this was the reward for all my…
choosing to rise above it
“What are you doing,” H asks me playfully as he barges through the door. We make eye contact and the smile on his face slides to a solemn slant…
casting stones
Sitting there, in the comfort of my private family room, watching Lance Armstrong confess his sins on public television, the edges of my mouth…
the sacrament of motherhood’s ecumenical moments
It's Sunday morning and we do not find ourselves filling a pew. Instead, I am home alone with the mighty seven. For once, not locking myself in…
breath by breath
I am wound too tight by schedules and piles these days while quiet lingers always out of grasp, and so many bodies in tight spaces can overwhelm a…
rainy day resistance
Wearing her pink and green pajama pants and an overcoat, she scuffs through the kitchen into the garage. Kicks off her fuzzy slippers and pushes her…
when love interrupts
It's after 11:30PM when I finally fall into bed. I hadn't intended on staying up that late but there's work to be done and so, it just happened that…
how brokenness sings
They found the lump in August. By September she was bald. The wall of her chest, I mean. Cut clean from the cancer, but also dismembered…
