Stephanie Phillips

I know Jesus as the carpenter who builds such tables in the wilderness.

So much of what I regard as peace is actually just an outcome.

Is nuance dying because we’re afraid to countenance our own sadness? 

This chemistry of change is less straightforward and black-and-white than I still give it credit for. More full of grace.

They shall raise up the former devastations.

True freedom feels like relief.

Oh, You’ll Get Your Transformation

Thoughts on Heather Havrilesky’s Foreverland: “Belovedness shows us how to love and be loved.”

On New Years and Clean Slates

As I get old(er), the world seems to get bigger.

Ted Lasso and crucible of the Gospel.

I have to be on nodding terms with the old me, because I’m too tired to fight her.