Beach morning

Clouds spread high and even, exposed quilt-batting pinned above the landscape. Great Blue Heron perches afront a high cliff, dark against tawny, bare earth.Suddenly, silently, he extends broad wings. Legs momentarily dangle long before he points his toes straight behind and glides north along the shoreline. Hummingbirds cavort, pausing occasionally in the bushes below our deck. One zooms into my personal space, then speeds away, so quick I register its presence only when it’s gone. Two piles of sea lions lie strewn on behemoth, exposed rocks in the frothy…

Be Still, My Soul

“Be still, my soul, the Lord is on thy side.”*Unexpected but much-needed words at 2 a.m., when the house is quiet but my soul is loud. “Be still, my soul, the Lord is on thy side.”A thousand memories of my father, the hymn-playing classical guitarist whose practicing accompanied my sleep most nights for my first…

I Can’t Get Drunk

My friend E started drinking first, and together we made plans for my debut with alcohol. Piña coladas on my 40thbirthday. But then I decided to try a drink first with my husband—the primary witness to my life. The night was cold in every way. My turn to plan date night, and I reserved an…

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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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