The Peace That Wasn’t Peace
I thought he was sorry. He just wanted things to feel normal again.
No Pretty Bow
The church should be the one place where we don’t have to bring the gold paper and the red bow. We need to become a people who are less repulsed by the ruins and more acquainted with the God who dwells within them.
I Couldn’t Look In the Mirror After My Divorce
You are not the woman your pain is trying to convince you that you are.
They Said the Church was Safe—but it Wasn’t
"If there is no evidence of ra’ah—no real care, no protection, no willingness to carry the weight of others—then it is not what it claims to be. And you are allowed to leave."
What the Dust Covered
Once I saw what color the baseboards were supposed to be, I realized I could not stop there. The revelation hit me that often the dirtiest things in our lives are not obvious.

