House on the Rock

Finding gospel hope in a broken world

House on the Rock

  • The Day After Death

    No one prepares you for the day after losing a loved one. In some ways, it might be even harder than the actual day of their passing. You wake up with a heavy settledness that… Read more

  • Talk Later?

    I remember being newly married, having no kids, and therefore, regularly able to walk into church with nothing more than a Bible and a journal. Perhaps, in dry seasons, I might carry a Chapstick. I… Read more

  • Sovereign or Not

    It was a Monday. We had finally gotten that coveted double line on a pregnancy test, announcing the advent of our growing family. We scurried back to St. Vincent and were overwhelmed to see that… Read more

  • I Forgot to Remember

    It’s day nine hundred and seven million of winter. I take back everything I said about longing for cooler temps — I had no idea that a season could be so cruel. We had’t been… Read more

  • Syllogisms

    It’s ironic, since I married a math teacher, but my body still has a visceral reaction when I think about my experience with high school math. And middle school math. And, really, with the exception… Read more

  • 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

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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