- formerly Gabbing with Grace
netizen |ˈnetəzən| noun a user of the Internet, esp. a habitual or avid one. //// 1. My HOMEY, Micah talking about how he changed his mind regarding the “evils” of Black Friday inspired a great deal by this post explaining the upsides of Black Friday. Love. 2. The black musician who befriends KKK members & […]
Today, I’m guest posting over at the lovely Sarah Bessey’s blog on why I shared a deeply personal and mortifyingly honest story in the new anthology, Talking Taboo: American Christian Women Get Frank about Faith. I hope that ANY reader of mine knows that I understand community and vulnerability to be a key tenet of mutual healing. […]
I’m back y’all! I can’t wait to share more of what this little 6 week break has done for my tender bloggy heart, but I am definitely not going anywhere. For now, I’m guest posting over at my friend Micah’s blog, Redemption Pictures. Today, I’m sharing my own picture of redemption. More like a glimpse […]
I am reading -and loving- R. York Moore’s newest book, Making All Things New: God’s Dream For Global Justice. Because York is my current mentor, married to one of my very bestest friends, my former InterVarsity staff worker & the one who led me to Christ and discipled me, it seemed fitting to mention that outright. Also, […]
What it is, yo. Sing the following words to Miley Cyrus’ Party in the USA‘: So, I put my hands up their playin’ my song, the butterflies fly away… ay-ee-ay-ee-ay-yay-ah, there’s a party at gabbingwithgrace, ay-ee-ay-ee-ay-yay-ah, there’s a party at gabbingwithgrace! =)
I was super-duper geeked to attend my first-ever blogging/writing conference hosted by the Mac Daddy/Daddy Mac’s of (mostly) women bloggers: Blogher AND the Mother (and Father) of all Publishers: Penguin. Killer combo if ya ask me. I live to experience. Being Miss Experiential meant I needed to book the earliest possible flight, wake up at […]
Do you ever go back in time ala journals? I have several which I have advised my husband to promptly take to the backyard and burn upon my death.
I’m pretty sure my past has caught up to me. Back when I was in undergrad, a boy I loved broke up with me and I lost my marbles. Of course, I’m thankful now that he gave me the old heave-ho, but back then it forced me to face demons that frankly, scared the bejeezus […]
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