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Intuition
I’d love for intuition to arrive wearing a little name tag that says, “Hello, you may trust me.”
Unfortunately, anxiety apparently owns the same outfit.
So I’m learning to listen to what I feel without immediately believing everything it tells me.
Who Are You Trying to Protect?
We are quick to believe that if someone doesn’t care about something the way we do, they must not care enough. But what if disagreement doesn’t always reveal an absence of goodness? What if it simply reveals where someone’s tenderness lives?
The Red Sweater
I would have sworn there was a red sweater. There wasn’t. Which made me wonder: if my brain can confidently invent something that never existed, what else have I been certain about that wasn’t quite true?
The Heavier Burden
I've been both the betrayed and the betrayer.
And after living on both sides of betrayal...
I'd rather be betrayed.
Not because betrayal doesn't hurt.
It does.
But wounds eventually become scars.
The weight of knowing you became someone who hurt another human being...
That can stay with you for a very long time.
The Stories We Tell in the Silence
Communication is never optional.
If we don't intentionally communicate, people will still receive a message.
Our silence communicates.
Our body language communicates.
Our timing communicates.
And when communication leaves a blank...
Someone will fill it.
What Happened to Me
We are not born fully formed.
We become ourselves one conversation, one heartbreak, one friendship, one ordinary Tuesday at a time.
Maybe I am shaped by everything that has happened to me.
But who I become because of those things...
That part is still my choice.
When Gifts Become Expectations
Somewhere between receiving a gift and expecting it, we stop seeing it as a gift at all. Whether it's paid time off, friendships, relationships, or everyday kindness, I wonder how much joy we lose simply because we've come to believe we were owed it in the first place.
Porch Lady
A woman yells at me for letting my dog near her lawn, and I spend the rest of my walk deciding exactly who she is. The problem? I don't actually know her. A reflection on assumptions, judgment, grace, and the stories we create about strangers.
Small Talk
I have always hated small talk.
Not because I'm above discussing laundry detergent or the weather, but because I would much rather skip ahead to the real stuff.
The fears.
The hopes.
The things that keep us awake at night.
What I'm beginning to realize, though, is that the deep conversations I love rarely appear out of nowhere. More often, they're built on hundreds of seemingly insignificant moments that slowly teach us we can trust one another.
Maybe small talk isn't the obstacle to connection.
Maybe it's the foundation.
Transformation
I want to become who I am meant to be in this world.
I just don't want the pain of transformation. Or the loneliness. Or the loss.
I want the Cinderella moment. The glitter. The music. The dramatic reveal.
What I keep forgetting is that most transformation doesn't happen on a stage. It happens in the quiet months nobody sees.
Maybe We Weren’t Meant To Do This Alone
Somewhere along the way, adulthood started to feel like one endless checklist of things we are supposed to do perfectly and quietly. Sleep enough. Work hard. Stay healthy. Be productive. Be present. Never burden anyone. And somehow make it all look easy. But maybe the thing exhausting us most is trying to do all of it alone.
Fraud
What I want to be and who I am are often at war with one another.
And neither is false.
The Risk of Being Seen
Recently, something I wrote offended someone unintentionally. My first instinct was to delete everything and disappear. This essay is about misunderstanding, authenticity, authority, wisdom, and why I’m learning that being careful does not have to mean becoming quiet.
Chains of Jealousy
Jealousy makes life feel like a competition. Like there is only so much beauty, success, love, attention, purpose, or belonging to go around. And every time someone else wins, I lose. Except that is not how God operates. The Kingdom was never built on scarcity.
Depression
I’ve always been good at performing okay.
I smiled constantly.
High-pitched voice.
‘Everything’s great!’
Meanwhile, I was drowning quietly.
Which, turns out, is still drowning.
Using Your Voice
My safe place is here. On the page.
Where I can edit and rethink and say things exactly the way I mean to.
But a podcast?
You’re going to ask me a question and I have to answer it… right now?
No rewriting.
No polishing.
My voice feels a little dangerous sometimes.
And yet—as much as it scares me, I say yes.
Repair
“Thank you for giving me a second chance to be your friend and rebuild our bond.”
A what?
For ten years, this beautiful friend of mine thought she was living on a second chance with me…while I had no idea anything had ever been broken.
I’ve always thought repair meant something was broken.
I’m starting to learn…it might be what makes something stronger.
The Things We Avoid (Even When We Love Them Most)
The way I know it’s avoidance is how it sits in my gut.
Risen shoulders.
A pit in my stomach.
And a knowing that I need to go see him…
but I don’t.
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?