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I remember when I was nice. Do you remember a time before boundaries became barriers? Is it just me? Anyone else feel that life has hardened them and like you’re waking up decades later and you’re a shadow of who you once were? I’ve been contemplating how awfully grumpy I’ve become. Getting older has been…
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I could write sonnets about my tribe of sisters in Christ. When I read about Christians deconstructing I often wish I could hear their personal stories as to what led them there. I’m convinced that over 75% of people that leave the church do so because they felt isolated and far from deep connection with…
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She said it so confidently. “Same demon, different body.” There are times as a counselor that someone speaks a word so good that I pray to always remember it. Honestly, I don’t know how I could forget it. This statement rocked me. Sitting across from a person twenty years my junior, I listened as they…
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I’ve begun to resent my alarm clock. That stupid chiming that wakes me up every 4 hours is driving me insane. Friends, this is not a complaint. I am trying with my whole heart to share this life with you and my intention is not to grumble and complain but to testify of the Lord’s…
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I just sat there, crying while he listened with compassion as I vented my soul. Life is exhausting. This brings me here. To his office, right smack in the middle of an emotional break-down. I simply say to him, “I am not well.” Ever the amazing pastor and counselor he is, he asks all the…
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There is a thief in the house that is stealing slumber from my aging mother. A once brave and unstoppable woman who modeled strength and independence for me has slowly begun to fade into the abyss of lost memories and increasing fear. My mother has slowly become my daughter. So, where’ve you all been? Oh…
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It’s a bitter 3am. The fan is humming a little ditty. The light outside the window is flickering, and the clock is ticking loud thuds of agitation as it reminds my patience and my heart that I have exactly 240 minutes before I have to be bright eyed and bushy tailed for work. 240 minutes…
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I love tax season. Wait. Hear me out. I love personal assessments. (Not to be confused with psychological assessments, which I hate with the passion of a thousand suns). I genuinely like to pause and reflect on things and see how well something is working. I enjoy planning new goals at the beginning of the…
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My whole life, my kindness has been mistaken for weakness. It’s made me prey to the bloodhounds of opportunity. I wonder if you have ever felt the same. I met Jesus when I was three. He knew I’d need him soon after. I am so thankful I met him at an early age. The love…
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It’s the curse of the fat girl. You’ve probably heard the statements. “You have such a pretty face.” I imagine the very next thought, which is most likely not spoken out loud is, “for such a fat and ugly body.” Some circles have manners about the whole thing. They discreetly judge you. Some circles do…
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