“This” became “then” and I started to fall. Crash, if I’m honest, hitting one ledge of loss after another on my way down.
Why Caring Deeply Hurts and is Worth It
What’s brittle will break, but what’s brave will bruise and blossom. I’m aiming to be the latter.
You Are More Than What You Do: A Journal Excerpt Circa 2020
And the only reason God would still be here is if I can’t earn love at all— no matter how many books I read or how toned my abs are or how many hours of the day I devote the bettering my worldly existence. No, He’d only be here if all those efforts–and my respective…
I’ve Been Here Before…
I see comfort in my rulebook, but I also see pain. Why? Because each standard I fail lands like a brick on my heart… grinding shards of clay into me with a poisonous whisper: You’ve been here before.
How Do You Spell Tortellini?
Neither you nor I can experience abundance unless we surrender to God. Neither you nor I can experience abundance unless we forsake our definitions of what is “good” or “bad” in our lives.
If I Were Free From Shame, I’d Tell You This…
. For all the years I’ve been struggling, I’ve seldom allowed the words “eating disorder” or “anorexia” to slip past my lips. If I’m honest, I’ve also been hesitant to label myself as “in recovery” at all.
An Abundant 2022
Anyone who was alive in the 1920s would likely remember where they were on October 29, 1920. It was on this day that the U.S. Stock Market collapsed and economic catastrophe descended upon America. It’s safe to say that no one who was alive during the Great Depression could forget such a time. And while…
2020: The Best & Hardest Year of My Life
I was a slave to my own rules. The darkness swept in rapidly once COVID did. And in its wake, I collapsed.
Help: I Don’t Want to Read My Bible!
I know what it’s like to be aimlessly flipping through pages or staring sullenly at that intimidating mammoth of a book on your nightstand. Here are five tips I’ve found helpful…
A Loved 2020
Somewhere along the hardened road of life, our blissful joy has aged. As children, we ran to mom and dad, pleading for attention or a hug or a funny joke. Then, we grew into a state of self-consciousness. We wondered, “Am I too needy?”