Five O’Clock Friends

A few months ago my piano teacher asked me to pick out a song in the key of B flat major.

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Believing the Invitation.

It was the last day of sixth grade, one of the few grades when I actually liked my teacher.

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I love you.

I am not always great at asking for care. I think some of that lingers from childhood, growing up in a house where not making a mess or being a mess was considered a strength.

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Embracing the Blessing.

I was in fourth grade when I first experienced the beauty of community.

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On Faith, Churches, and Never Becoming a Pastor

“Why wouldn’t you go for the M.Div?” McKenna asked.

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