Death Is Beautiful

Death is beautiful. City streets and sidewalks are papered in it. Trees shout it with blazing reds and yellows—a rare season when the glow of sunset settles onto every country road and city block. And the individual deaths are as beautiful as the collective. If I dare use the worn-out snowflake analogy, each leaf is…

Exposed by Proximity

Children scare me. Even my own children. I do not like this, and admit it reluctantly. Children make noises at the wrong times, go where they shouldn’t in the blink of an eye, and express emotions with their bodies. In a word, they are unpredictable.  The most likely culprit for my fear and discomfort is…

Simple Jesus

I want to like Jesus because the grown-ups in my life told me He is good, and they were right.  I want to be innocently happy that God is good.  I want to go back to painting “JESUS FREAK” in huge letters on a baggy cotton T-shirt, soaking up Sabbath School lessons with gusto, back…

Ocean Infection

Tiny puff of sea sprayBetween surf and horizonA huge mammal exhales“There’s a whale!” Kayt drops her bookMichael appears from the kitchenWide window in the dining nook, our portal We point and words punctuate—“Whale right!” “Tail! Tail over there!” But Kyli sees whale-less watersHer disappointment thick and raw, untilThe silhouette of a tailAppears clear—magic. She nearly…

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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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