Attachment theory puts language to something deeply human. Children grow up healthier and more resilient when they have a secure attachment with a parent or caregiver. When a baby is distressed, they don’t calm themselves through insight or willpower. They calm by looking into a face that is calm, responsive, and present.

What I’m learning (ever so slowly) is this: what holds my attention shapes my life. We become what we behold. My first priority ends up defining me.

Love becomes our hallmark - the visible sign of genuine faith. Not right beliefs. Not perfect behavior. Love. Love that radiates outward toward God and others. Love is the simplest summary of Christmas.

This time of year, I find myself looking for the light. In my corner of the world, the sun slips below the horizon at about 5PM and it can feel as if the darkness is swallowing the day whole.

Growing up in church, I was always told to pray, but never really taught how. For years that left me with a quiet sense of guilt…

I just finished a six day solo pilgrimage walk on the Camino de Santiago. My watch tells me I have traveled 93 miles, 200,000 steps, and climbed 176 fights of stairs.

I have a restless streak in me. I’m often chasing what’s next instead of enjoying what’s right here and right now. No matter how much I have, I find myself wanting more, better, or different.