I don’t know about you, but sometimes my own thoughts shock me. They show up unexpectedly, like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis in the dead of winter, flying clumsily across the meadow of my mind as though it were a warm, summer day. Hey, butterfly—you’re drunk. Go home. At the risk of sounding slightly … More Butterflies in the meadow.
I. Messed. Up. I mean, I have definitely messed up before, but this most recent time felt significant. Maybe not because it was my worst offense, but because I fell significantly short of the standard I had set for myself in light of calling myself a Christian. I thought about my lapse in judgment for … More That one time I sucked as a friend.
Three years ago I couldn’t imagine going back to college. I had already gone that route and hated it. Reading dry textbooks, listening to boring lectures, and writing about things that don’t matter to me and shouldn’t matter to anyone else was not my idea of a valuable use of time. I emerged from those … More Cutting Corners Won’t Cut It
I have wanted a capsule wardrobe for what feels like forever. I first saw the idea in a magazine years ago and was enchanted. The concept of achieving effortless style, endless outfit combinations, and eliminating a number of items in my already cluttered closet sounded amazing, but every time it felt like the right time … More Spiritual truths from my closet.
My husband and I recently watched the mini-series Broken on the streaming service BritBox. The show stars Sean Bean, an incredible actor you may recognize from his more popular titles like Lord of the Rings, Game of Thrones, The Frankenstein Chronicles, or Snowpiercer. Even if you only remember Sean Bean as the actor who dies … More When I don’t know what to do, I look for light.
Last month, my friend Kelsey guided an eager and eclectic group of women through a series of spiritual disciplines connected by the overarching theme of thirst. We read through Psalm 42 together, meditated on the longing and spiritual thirst expressed by the psalmist, talked about deer pants (a story for another day), savored biscotti, and … More How keeping a potted plant alive reminded me of my need for Jesus.
One of the biggest gifts I gave myself a few years ago was permission to reflect. For years, I resisted the practice of personal reflection. I told myself the story that reflection always involved revisiting something painful, difficult, or embarrassing. I’m not certain if it’s my enneagram type or my disdain for focusing too much … More 3 habits that shaped me last year.
“You can’t fast-forward an apple (or a strawberry). Fruit grows slow.” When I stumbled across this image on Caroline’s Instagram story, my jaw dropped. It was like God wanted me to be scrolling Instagram that morning! Yep—I said it. God can use Instagram. You’re welcome. If you’ve been following me a little while, you know … More We can’t rush God or God’s process.
Five years ago, I was emerging from the fog of healing after a hurtful church experience. It was a long time ago and I am not going to rehash anything or name any names, but I will say this: I’ve changed. God changed me. I am not the same woman I was before. During my … More Change is not always inevitable—it’s a choice.