The Journal is a window into our world. A place to ponder and practice what we learn together on the path to hope, healing, and abundant life. A collection of voices sharing stories of life together in an Unbridled community. Not always clean and tidy, but it’s home…and the safest place we know for learning to be real…on our way to becoming whole…so we can partner with God to do the same for others.
Our Journal Contributors
Julie Miles
The most familiar voice of the Journal, Julie shares universal themes of the healing journey to break the silence and isolation of secret shame.
Olivia McGraw
The Executive Director of ACTS who loves Africa, good coffee, and quality conversations (especially all three at once).
Yes, it’s true that learning to do life differently (the mission of UnbridledACTS) can be “easier said than done…” but, it’s also true that it is easier done when said.…
Don’t you hate it when people explain hard things like they’re easy while you stand there feeling stupid and wondering why you can’t seem to get it? I know I…
Remember the complicated relationship I mentioned last week in “Late-learned Lessons of Life and Death,” and how I was left to ponder how simple it might have been? Well, the…
I lost a family member last week. She was in my life for 33 years…and I never truly appreciated who she was until after she died. Never completely embraced her…
Kelly, an UnbridledACTS Board member, recently took a mission trip to Guatemala to work with her friends at Vencendor Ministries and meet her Compassion (International) child. Vencedor Ministries, based in the…
I have a question for you. “What deep needs are your current circumstances bringing to your attention?” (We’re pondering this one at the ACTS House.) And here’s another one. What…
“The task is daunting.” It was a simply-spoken truth shared in our weekly meeting last Sunday morning that immediately reminded me of the book Undaunted Courage by Stephen Ambrose. Both…
This is a picture of what love looked like at the ACTS House this past week. A gathering of special people, smiling faces, and party hats…notice the smiles; how comfortable…
Ever feel like a collection of fragments and disorganized pieces inside? Like a cluttered room, so crowded with thoughts, feelings, and parts of yourself that you have no idea where…
“Our.” Such an inclusive little word. I love the way it expands my view from singular to plural, from individual to collective, from isolated to encompassing. It reminds me that…