A little faith. A little dog hair.
Hi, I’m
Amy Grace.
I kept saying yes until the joy ran out. Maybe you’ve been there, too: everyone needs you, and somehow you still feel a little alone.
That’s the part of life I want us to be able to talk about here.
A page from my story
I’ve tried earning it, too.
I started groups, led groups, volunteered, organized. If someone needed more, I said yes.
Until I didn’t have much joy left to give. Resentment had moved in. Some friendships cracked, and I still don’t have a neat explanation for all of it.
I went looking for God farther from the church door. There was laughter with a fruit seller in Zimbabwe. A wedding in Mozambique where strangers shared their food and joy with me. Nobody asked me to earn a place.
That stayed with me. I’d spent years auditioning for a seat at a table God had already set.
There was already a place for me.
What I hope you find here
Room for your real life.
I hope you find a sentence here that makes you stop for a second. Something you can turn into a prayer, or send to a friend with, “This. This is what I’ve been trying to say.”
We’ll open our Bibles and ask the awkward questions. There’s room to laugh, too. The welcoming committee takes that part of the job very seriously.
And when you close the page, I hope you’re a little more ready to bring your actual life to God. Even the messy bit.
Bring your Bible. Bring yourself.
