I am sitting in my favorite bar, as it becomes increasingly more crowded than normal on a Sunday early evening. Most are in pairs, or groups. I’m the sole solitary human, sitting at my favorite table tucked in the corner. My back is against the window and I am directly next to an outlet and… Continue reading 2016.2017.2018. Let’s just be who we are.
Dear friend, I want you to know I get you.I don’t understand or know your circumstances. I don’t know the deep places of your heartache. But on a soul level; I get you. There are a lot of times in life that dealing with a gamut of heartache sucks. Anxiety, grief, loss, singleness, depression, estrangement.… Continue reading a letter to those who have no hope for the holidays
Today, I was standing in church during worship and I had this moment where I felt like myself.I don’t know how to describe it really. In that moment it didn’t matter who was around me or what I was doing, I just knew who I was-all the way to my toes. I’ve been playing around… Continue reading the leaves always CHANGE
A friend sent me a blog to read last week that was a letter to single Christian women. I’m going to be honest, I almost didn’t read it. But I thought, maybe this one won’t tell me that when I least expect it the “right one” will come along. Maybe it won’t tell me my… Continue reading please stop calling my singleness brave
All I wanted to do today was sit in my favorite bar and write about how I don’t like pumpkin spice lattes. I wanted to write about not liking them and fall and the darkness that it brings. I wanted to write about the changing of seasons. But, all I can think about right now… Continue reading I don’t like pumpkin spice lattes
The last time I felt anger was the middle of June when I shouted the F word multiple times in my work wife’s car. The emotion of anger hides hurt and confusion and usually, disbelief. This morning in church I felt anger. It wasn’t the anger of June. It was the anger that I felt… Continue reading But what else is in the waiting?
To those new to my blog, or to those who don’t know why I blog. I blog (not all the things) but a lot of them to remind you, that the things you feel inside or hear or want to act on–are probably not true. The things that feel the most ugly or hopeless or… Continue reading The mold that kept returning.