• Adventuring into Raw Beauty

    Some of our most memorable moments are captured when we get the privilege of experiencing unfiltered beauty. We stand mesmerized at the stunning rawness. We breathe it in with wonder and question if it’s been sculpted and eroded by the elements or if this is the unedited version. The terrain exists on display in its…

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  • For years, we sensed something was off. She was bright and creative, but also increasingly distant—eccentric in ways that were hard to explain. We tried to name it with softer words: quirky, sensitive, intense. We hoped time, rest, or love would smooth the edges. Instead, the edges sharpened. What followed were repeated episodes of psychosis—confusing,…

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  • Carried Not Crushed

    This year did not unfold the way I would have chosen. It was a year marked by heartache and loss, by challenges that felt unrelenting, by fear that crept in quietly and grief that arrived without asking permission. There were moments when the weight of it all felt heavier than I knew how to carry.…

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  • Dying Well

    There are moments in life that feel too sacred for words—holy ground moments where heaven leans close and the veil seems thin. I am living in one of those moments now as I walk beside my dear friend, Cherie, who is in the final stages of ALS. The world would say she is dying. But…

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  • There are experiences in life that carve themselves quietly into the soul. Loving someone who keeps their heart far away is one of them. It is not the kind of pain that startles you; it is the kind that settles in slowly, like a fog that refuses to lift. And over time, it shapes the…

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  • With the volume Turned Up

    Being a person with big feelings is both a gift and a weight. It means living life with the volume turned all the way up—where emotions are vibrant, convictions run deep, and connection feels like oxygen. For me, feeling isn’t something that happens to me.It’s something that happens through me. I feel deeply. My emotions…

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  • When I miss the Mark

    There are days when my heart longs to stand out in this world — not for recognition or applause, but as an image bearer of Christ. I want my words, actions, and demeanor to reflect His grace, His kindness, and His steadfast love. I want people to catch a glimpse of Jesus when they cross…

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  • I’ve learned that when someone refuses to face their pain — when they bury it, deny it, or guard it like it’s something sacred — it doesn’t disappear. It just finds quieter ways to speak. When pain goes unattended to, relationships begin to pay the price. The silence inside becomes the noise between. Without realizing…

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  • Waiting

    There is a quiet ache that settles in when the future feels uncertain — a tender, pulsing space between what was and what will be. I am sitting here, in that in-between. It’s the place of waiting. Of surrender. Of not knowing what comes next, yet trusting that there is a sovereign plan unfolding —…

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  • Lament, Love and Light

    This has been a week of significant grieving. I have felt the weight of division, the seething anger of intolerance, the separation of humanity, and the ache of bloodshed. I have felt the separation and have grieved the distance of ideologies—how beliefs and perspectives can pull people apart, even those who deeply care for one…

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  • Showing Up

    Showing Up To show up is morethan standing in a room—it is pausing,listening with the ears of your heart,and seeing the unspoken. It is the quiet attention,the phone put down,the world held at bayso they may speak,so they may be heard. It is hands that help,meals that arrive at just the right time,notes left like…

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