Thoughts from Audrey Jackson on a broken but beautiful life
Being a children’s pastor was never part of MY plan. I didn’t get a degree in theology or ministry or adolescent development. I hung out with a lot of ministry and theology majors in college and while they studied small group formation and Bonhoeffer, I lugged around stacks of novels and wrote papers on the …
Continue reading "Good News and Goldfish [A reflection on two years of kids ministry]"
About a year ago, I sat on my back porch and read a sentence from a book that completely changed the way I make decisions. I know that sounds a little bit melodramatic [and confession: sometimes I am!] but in this case—it’s true! I sat in the shade on a warm summer day. It was …
The sunshine hits me and I’m 19 again. It’s like my mind sorts through a hundred other warm, spring days and I land on this particular one. I’m sitting on a bench outside of Livingston Hall. The sky is almost a perfect baby blue—the color you’d paint in the nursery of your first-born son. I …
Every single year, this blog lands in my email inbox and every single year, I sit convicted and reminded that love isn’t always flashy. Reminded to chase after the things that last. The things that are real. It reminds me that Hallmark and Hollywood don’t really know anything about true love. And that maybe we, …
I don't understand dating. I don't think I ever have. Something just doesn't compute in my brain. As free-spirited as I am, I'm also one who really loves to follow formulas and rules. [you know...because that's the easiest way to achieve perceived self-perfection] And it would seem that the only rule when it comes to Christian dating …
Continue reading "On dating [why I hate it and how it makes me better]"
What do you want? She asked me, this new sweet friend I’ve made. Her voice was soft and kind and confident. And her eyes let me know that she was once where I am. Sitting there—wandering around under the stars—wondering about the one who created them. Wondering which way is true north. What. Do. I. …
Continue reading "Maybe what you want is what God wants too"
I’m drawn to the quiet lately. To the song of nature’s choir. The sermon of the moving trees. The early morning air of October touches my bare feet, and I pull them in closer beneath the quilt that covers the rest of me. My coffee steams and burns the already raw skin on the roof of …
Continue reading "What to do when your story isn’t the one you want [and the YET in every story]"
