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Sunday Doesn’t Come Without Friday
Sometimes people come to me for relationship advice.
Me.
A 41-year-old, single, divorced woman who would have stayed if she hadn’t been forced to leave.
And what I’ve learned is this—
advice doesn’t work the way we want it to.
Because what people really want…
is Sunday without Friday.
I Am Who I Am Because the I Am Tells Me Who I Am
A line from a worship song recently stopped me in my tracks: “I am who I am because the I Am tells me who I am.”
It made me wonder—what does God actually say about us? And what are we supposed to do with that information? Is it just meant to make us feel better about ourselves, or is there something much bigger at play?
Authenticity Isn’t What You Think It Is
I once got told, “I like that you’re just yourself and you don’t care what anyone thinks.”
I laughed out loud.
Because I care what everyone thinks.
Every single person.
But maybe authenticity isn’t about not caring.
Maybe it’s about being yourself anyway.
Curiosity vs. Being Right — Part 2
I wrote about choosing curiosity over being right—and then immediately found myself choosing being right. This isn’t about what I said. It’s about the posture of my heart… and what happens when being right matters more than being loving.
Being Right
Sometimes relationships don’t fall apart because of betrayal or cruelty. Sometimes they fall apart because curiosity disappears. When we stop asking questions and start assuming we already know someone, we stop being partners and start being opponents.
Expectation Is the Thief of Gratitude
Trying to make people happy should feel good.
But somewhere along the way, expectation creeps in—and gratitude quietly disappears.
And when that happens, even the best gifts start to feel like burdens.
Private
I am a private person.
Which feels strange to say for someone who publishes deeply personal essays on the internet.
But the truth is, I rarely write about things while they are happening. I write about them after I have wrestled with them long enough to stand inside the story without collapsing.
This is not advice.
This is just my way of making sense of life.
Friendship Isn’t Disposable
The word “toxic” has become our favorite pair of scissors.
Snip. Cut. Done.
If we label someone toxic, we get to walk away with clean hands. No reflection. No responsibility. Just a tidy ending to a messy story.
But what if most broken friendships aren’t about villains and victims — just two imperfect people missing each other?
Love Is Never Wasted
Love has broken my heart more times than I can count.
But I’m starting to realize something: time might be wasted, plans might fall apart, relationships might end — but love itself never is. Loving well says more about the condition of my heart than the outcome of theirs.
Grays
Every four weeks I cover my grays.
No dramatic transformation. No big reveal.
I walk out looking almost exactly the same.
Healing is like that too.
You don’t wake up one morning looking like a different person.
But if you’re paying attention, you’ll notice it in the way people linger.
In the way conversations stretch.
In the way light returns to you quietly — long before the mirror reflects it.
Church and God
Love in Quiet Yeses
Family isn’t always blood or paperwork or who came first.
Sometimes it’s a picture left on the wall. A ride to therapy. An ex-husband who becomes a teammate.
Sometimes love doesn’t make a scene — it just keeps saying yes.
Funny the Way it Is
Two things can be true at once: someone’s eating out while someone else is going hungry. Lately, I’ve felt a quiet grief over how easily we stop seeing people as people. Not political. Just human. Maybe compassion doesn’t require grand gestures — maybe it starts with simply refusing to look away.
Curiosity as a Wall
People don’t always ask questions because they’re judging. Sometimes they’re just trying to separate themselves from pain—building a wall around their own hearts so they can believe it won’t happen to them.
How Social Media Separates Us (And Why Satan Loves It)
Social media was created to connect us—but somewhere along the way, it began quietly separating us. Algorithms curate our world, loneliness creeps in, and real connection fades. This is a reflection on faith, community, and why separation is Satan’s favorite tool—and how Jesus brings us back together.
Faith
My beliefs carry me when things are going well. But as soon as life gets hard, my faith is the first thing to go. The belief remains. The faith disappears.
God and I are at an Impasse
God and I are at an impasse.
And since God doesn’t change His mind, I suppose that leaves me to make the next move.
I don’t want to.
I’m angry.
I don’t trust Him.
This is what it feels like to believe God is the answer while feeling abandoned by Him at the same time.
U-Turns
We are so worried that every decision might be a mistake that we forget there are many roads to the same destination.
Showing Up
We so often think we can only show up if we have the right words to say—and because we don’t, we choose not to show up at all.
Grief Is Sacred
Grief does not need to be shared to be valid. It does not need comparison to be real.