The Gift of Hope is a Reformation Enough for Me

“Growing up in a bizarre landscape of flannel graph saviors and Jesus Loves Me lullabies, I could have used more real. I would have loved to know that real is ok. That real is pain and sorrow and brokenness and tears and sometimes, all we have the strength to do is just cry together, swear a bunch, and shake our fists at God. And that is ok.”