Tag: love
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Choosing Me
This year, I received a lesson that I didn’t expect… It didn’t come from a trusted loved one. It came through the quiet influence of a new friendship—one that challenged me in ways I didn’t know I needed. For most of my life, I have been someone who gives. I have spent years pouring myself…
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Tender Truth
This past weekend I spent time with a long-time friend, the kind of friend who knows your story and isn’t afraid to speak honestly about life and faith. Somewhere between laughter, reflection, and the quiet spaces where meaningful conversations often unfold, we found ourselves talking about kindness. More specifically, we talked about how many followers…
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Everyday gifts
A few days ago, I had the gift of hearing Ann Voskamp speak at a conference, and her words stirred something familiar and tender in me. Years ago, her book One Thousand Gifts deeply marked my faith, teaching me to name grace in the everyday. Listening to her reflect on enduring suffering — something we…
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Grace at the Threshold
Grace is often quiet. It does not always arrive wrapped in ease or answered prayers the way we imagined. Sometimes grace is simply God sustaining us through what we never expected to endure. Gratitude is the moment our hearts awaken to this truth — the realization that even within loss, transition, and uncertainty, God has…
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Love is Not scarce
Every February, store aisles transform almost overnight. Red and pink appear everywhere. Chocolate hearts line the shelves. Cards promise forever. Flowers are wrapped and waiting to be chosen. Valentine’s Day arrives carrying a clear cultural message: this is a holiday for couples. For romance. For candlelit dinners and grand gestures. For proving love through reservations,…
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Making Room for the Ache
Reconciling the Weight We Carry There is a heaviness in the air right now.It’s not loud, but it’s everywhere. You can feel it in conversations that trail off mid-sentence.In the way people sigh before answering, “I’m fine.”In the exhaustion behind smiles that used to come easily. We are all being smothered by something—grief, fear, uncertainty,…
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The language of Overfunctioning
I didn’t call it overfunctioning at first. I called it being responsible. Faithful. Capable. I was the one who noticed what needed to be done and quietly did it. I anticipated needs, filled gaps, smoothed edges, carried weight that wasn’t assigned to me—and told myself this was maturity. People relied on me. Things didn’t fall…
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History Doesn’t Pack Easily
I woke up this morning aware of two competing truths before my feet even touched the floor. One was sacred.The other was unavoidable. Today marked our 28th wedding anniversary. That number landed on my chest with weight and familiarity, like a stone I’ve carried for decades—smoothed by time, but still heavy. I lay still for…
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Lavish Grace
This past season, God has undone me—in the best way. Not with spectacle.Not with sudden fixes or dramatic reversals.But with lavish provision—the kind that overwhelms your heart long before it answers your prayers. There is no other word for it: extravagant. I used to associate extravagance with excess, with things unnecessary or over the top.…
Braving Authenticity 