What it means is this: if a woman decides divorce is the best option, it is only because she cannot stand who she will become if she stays.

Milo died only a year after I found out about my husband’s affair. His death highlighted what had already shifted inside of me. Before the collapse of my marriage, I used to feel invincible and protected, but now it felt like anything I loved could be stolen at any moment.

When a yellow skirt became the center of unexpected criticism, I discovered how much of my identity depended on other people's approval. A personal essay exploring Christian faith, church culture, shame, people-pleasing, grace, and healing..

Sometimes God doesn't comfort us first. Sometimes He meets us in the dark and teaches us to wrestle.

What a trip down the river taught me about my faith.

I was protecting myself

What the church got wrong about silence—and what I got wrong about authority

“If I stop running, they’ll stop loving me”. How Christian service becomes bondage rather than freedom.

If you've ever stood in the refrigerator light, hungry for something you couldn't name, you're not alone. This is where we live inside the waiting

I wrote this piece to understand my own role in the mess that destroyed our lives.

For years, I told the story of what happened to me. This essay is about the harder question: what happens when we begin to ask what happened in us?

I had gone to work in the morning expecting a normal day, instead a snake fell from the sky.

In my marriage, I became homeless despite being faithful. Many—perhaps most—unchurched Christians are faithful, but the church no longer feels like home.

I had come hungry and came away hungrier.

He had been polite with me. But this was different. This was something intentional. Something costly.

What it means is this: if a woman decides divorce is the best option, it is only because she cannot stand who she will become if she stays

When everything falls apart, you don’t need more reflection—you need something to hold onto. These are three rules that helped me survive when everything I trusted collapsed.

I realized later that I had spent years waiting for my husband to give me the very thing I just gave Riley. I couldn’t control my husband’s heart, but I could choose to stop protecting my own “authority” long enough to be human.

I thought he was sorry. He just wanted things to feel normal again.

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.