Lately, I’ve been writing about…
He Understands
Grief knows no end. It is a complex and often overwhelming emotion that leads us on an unending earthly journey. One morning, before the sun rose early in October, I was in bed thinking about my grandmother. I thought about how much she would have loved my husband...
Praying Through Unbelief
Have you ever been in a place where a song comes on and takes you back? Like over ten years back? I was listening to music on Spotify when "Here" by Tasha Cobbs Leonard came on. Read a few lines of lyrics from the song: "I wanna see you No distractions I wanna know...
Honoring God in the Hustle
I was working with five clients. I wasn’t an aspiring entrepreneur. I was troubled by monetary discontentment and found security in excess. With additional funds from multiple clients, I aggressively attacked my debts. I eagerly anticipated the day when I could focus...
Praying Courageous Prayers
We are not out of January yet, and I'm already a bit intimidated by this year. It feels like God is asking for more - more love, more forgiveness, more sacrifice, more giving, more obedience - more of the things that stretch me. I know to live this year well, I'll...
Giving Your Desires Back to God
As a little girl, I can remember thinking, there has to be more to life than this. Sitting in a church pew, listening to my pastor preach, my small finger following the words in my Bible, trying to keep up, I had no idea what more meant or what more would look like,...
Praying for Peace
I strive for peace, safety and security. I am a cautious person. One opportunity knocks, and the door opens wide, allowing countless scenarios to walk in. And I stand there, almost immobile, feeling the weight of each one pass through my heart...
Praying for an Answer
“Write her a letter.” She suggested I don’t think I can. I don’t think I can do that knowing she can’t write me back.” I said. “But you knew her, and because you knew her so deeply, you know exactly what she would say to you.” She replied My...
Dating Responsibly
Confession: Occasionally (okay more than occasionally), I jump on dating apps and swipe until thumb cramps clue me in that enough is enough. The connections have been underwhelming, to say the least. I've had a few positive/promising conversations, a handful of dates...
Mothering.
Some days I want to be a mother. Want isn't the right word to use. Some days I long to be a mother. This morning I ran across a post on Instagram. It was a mother grieving the transition her son had made from breastfeeding. The image was beautiful. The words...
Better Days
Whenever I hear the song, I Never Lost My Praise by Tramaine Hawkins, I think of her. On May 15, 2009, I sat in a pew in a place that felt like home. And I mourned with people who felt like family. But on that day, the pew felt firmer than usual, and the people seemed...
My Concern with Social Distancing
I've scrolled past several posts on social media with introverts expressing their excitement over the regulated (or strongly suggested) social distancing and potential quarantines. For a while I was confused, wondering why I didn't have the same feelings. I'm an...
Using Your Words Well
Earlier in the year, I bought a box of greeting cards from Amazon. I love them! They are excellent quality and display uplifting quotes and Scriptures on the front cover. My goal was to send a handwritten card at least once a month to someone who crossed my mind. I...
My Word for 2020
It’s a little late to talk about a word for the year. But, I plan to hold on to this one for a while. I ended 2019 thinking I knew what my focus would be in 2020 and, as a result, already had a word in my mind for the New Year.
Why we don’t go after what we really want
I was sitting on a hard blue seat in an airport shuttle with a brown to-go box resting in my hands. It was keeping my food semi-warm, but I could feel the steam pushing through the cracks of the container. The shuttle came to its first stop, and a man of shorter...
Mourning a Love I Never Knew
I was sitting in therapy, finally grieving the loss of my grandmother. When I lost her, I was in my first semester of college. I had been away from home for less than six months. When I think about it now, I wonder why God felt like that was a good time. But at that...