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An Invitation to Extend Hospitality Toward God’s Voice

  Last week I rediscovered some good words from one of my favorite Benedictines, Macrina Weiderkehr, in her book Abide, ...

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My Summer Away: What I Was Into

  I already told you on Monday that June was a hard month. So I spent most of my time NOT reading. I sat on a couch with a ...

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On Finding and Being Found . . . I’m guest posting at (in)courage today

This is our story. How sometimes the finding happens in the ordinary, everyday places. This is our story of grace dispensed in ...

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Stories Make Us Brave (my piece at The High Calling today)

  It’s the first day of first grade and August wakes in tears. My son says he’s too afraid to get out of bed. I assure him that he doesn’t have to get out yet. “Why don’t you just get dressed in your bed, buddy?” I lift the clothes we picked out last night to the top bunk. I ...

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My Summer Away: What We Did

People!!!!! I have missed you. After a summer away from the blog, it's hard to even know where to start with you. So let's just pretend we've run into each other at Trader Joe's and we haven't seen each other for three months.   You: Micha, hey! How are you? How was your summer? Micha: ...

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The One Unlikely Secret To Hold On To When You’re Sad (My guest post for Ann Voskamp today)

I'm honored to have the opportunity to share some words at Ann Voskamp's blog today.  I reworked one of my favorite posts from last year to share: about sadness and the Beatitudes, and therapy.  Here's a peek. (I'd love for you to join me over there.)     I went to therapy ten ...

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The Risk of Silence (on NOT blogging this summer)

I’m not blogging this month. Or next month. It seems that right now, I’ve run clear out of things to say. I’m not blogging because for months I was churning out words furiously, sacrificing too much time with my family, sacrificing rest. And I don’t think it was worth it. I’m not blogging ...