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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.
The Courage of Finishing Last
This is for anyone who feels behind but is brave enough to begin.
There Is No Such Thing as One-Way Liberation
You may not have just lost something. You may have been liberated. And with that liberation comes the possibility of noticing what became available once you were no longer holding what could not stay.
What If “If They Wanted To, They Would” Is Only Half the Story?
We love neat phrases that make heartbreak feel logical. “If they wanted to, they would” sounds clean and certain—but real life rarely is. People don’t all arrive with the same emotional capacity, readiness, or courage. Sometimes someone wants you deeply and still can’t show up, not because you aren’t worthy, but because their heart isn’t healed enough to hold what they desire. This essay explores the space between wanting and being ready—and why God cares about that gap far more than we realize.
Simple, Not Easy
As a lover of detailed stories, Genesis frustrates me—and teaches me. God doesn’t always give us the why. He invites us into obedience instead.
The Real Cost of Avoiding Healing
This year, I am thankful for pain—not because it didn’t hurt, but because it revealed what needed healing and made me someone I never want to go back from.
What It Means to Be Gracefully Broken
Best Version of Me
God often does His deepest work in me when I’m hurting, but the best version of myself appears in the in-between — when the pain is still real, the healing has begun, and gratitude opens my eyes again.
Toxic
The word ‘toxic’ is so overused that it no longer means anything, yet the one place I’ve truly shown toxic patterns is in my relationship with God—who never calls me toxic in return