Dear Darkness,

At first I thought the crack in my confidence, my wellbeing, my competence, was small, like the tiny valleys in the top of an old wooden table, or a playground injury a bandaid can soothe. But it was not small. And to my horror, as it widened, I discovered beneath it a cavern of self-loathing…

Mixed Media Life

“In visual art, mixed media describes artwork in which more than one medium or material has been employed.” (en.wikipedia.org) My friend Jessica and I are not responsible for each other, and I believe our friendship relies on this independence, this mutual exclusion from the logistics of each other’s lives. We share books and ideas and…

What She Wants Most

Escape. This is what she wants most in the world.  She has bumped into a cliché, that this is not the life she wanted.  But also it is. The husband, the house, the backyard with towering trees and a play-set for her daughters. She has decided she needs a week alone, preferably on an island…

Spring

What am I here forBut to watch buds fattenOn tips of branches in early springTo notice the colors of the skyHow sun and clouds play with lightAnd wind plays in trees Enormous branches wave and pitchEvery squirrel has sea legsAnd every bird knows wind in its feathersThe way I know air in my lungs Warty…

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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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