Chaotic Compassionate Home
Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the Universe, for the at-home kind of love, hugs before the day begins when we’re in t-shirts and underwear, apologies after thoughtless words, an offer of help in the kitchen, laughter following a clumsy spill. Blessed are You for quiet nights and interrupted, tenuous nights when we…
Mother Blindness
In a book of picture puzzles from my childhood, there is a spread of photos showing ordinary objects, pictured from unordinary angles—a box of colored pencils viewed from the points of their sharpened tips, a toothbrush viewed from the end of its handle, a sailboat viewed from above. The pencils look like wooden hexagons with…
Ray of Frickin’ Sunshine
I am a ray of frickin’ sunshine.I smile-scowl all the time.I stretch to befriend gratitude,Supposedly to help my attitude.But a realist once is a realist always,And I’ll speak my truth ‘til the end of my days.Sometimes it’s dark and sometimes it’s light—I’ve learned that both unlock the good life. So while I smile and laugh…
Graffiti With God
I often lose arguments with God. Ok, “always” might be more accurate than “often.” Not that it matters, since God isn’t much for arguing anyway. She’s more about challenging assumptions, saying She loves me in my most unsavory moments, or making my entire premise irrelevant by trotting out some illuminating new angle. The argument I…
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Hi, I’m Tobi Goff, a recovering perfectionist, learning the crazy ways of Jesus. I am married to a fellow kingdom seeker and together we imperfectly respond to the mystery of God’s grace in our lives. We have two young daughters and enjoy raising them in an old house in the beautiful pacific northwest.
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