House on the Rock

Finding gospel hope in a broken world

House on the Rock

  • 2025!

    It’s the most wonderful time of the year — time to cozy up by the fire (Youtube’s Fireplace with Piano Music on my TV screen while blasting the space heater) and crank out my SIXTH… Read more

  • Small: In Loving Memory of Hunter Hoffman

    I remember pulling up to Indiana Wesleyan on freshman move-in day. My family lugged couches and crates of clothes up dormitory stairs to move my baby brother into the rival school just up the road… Read more

  • Pondering the Incarnation (Covered in Puke)

    I’ll say it: I’ve never been much of a baby person. My teenage self was never quick to volunteer as a babysitter. I often preferred the fourth and fifth grade classroom over the nursery volunteer… Read more

  • Cutting Blueberries

    Tiny, chubby hands slammed a high-chair tray lathered with smashed bananas and yogurt. I worked frantically to keep my own breakfast from burning, racing back and forth from a skillet of scrambled eggs to the… Read more

  • A Backslash on our Christmas Card

    It was November 3 — a Monday. A cool breeze coursed through the air and the neighborhood smorgasbord of Michael Myers statues and 12-foot skeletons were replaced by holly jolly blow-up reindeer. Bright yellow bulbs… Read more

  • Eulogy for the Cameraman

    In the hours after my sweet Papaw’s passing, we knew we needed a quick way to get the word out. Nana asked me to compose a very brief post that I could share to all… Read more

  • Twenty-Seven Today

    (Disclaimer: In a perfect world I would have posted this last night, thereby justifying the choice of title, but seeing as though it is one day later and I am still 27, I decided to… Read more

  • Still

    The early November air was still that morning, almost as if all the earth around us was holding its breath. Dad slid open the bedroom door and I rose to meet his gaze. “Is she still with… Read more

  • Molded by Motherhood

    It’s the longest and shortest years of your life, they say. Somehow marked by mundane repetition of rhythms and routines and yet, strangely, awakened to new magic every morning. The beautiful, messy chaos of life… Read more

  • We Got to Church Early

    Despite a 10:30 start time, being early to church isn’t as easy as you may think. There’s of course the end-of-week sleepies that make your bed seem comfier than ever before. Plus the social burnout… Read more

Welcome!

This blog is a journey toward the rock of gospel hope when life seems to be crumbling beneath your feet. Whether you’re in the valley, through the valley, or you know a valley is coming, I’d love for you to join me on the journey.

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