I’m Not Starting Over. I’m Starting From Experience.
Every few weeks, I tell myself, “You really need to write.” And apparently my response to myself has consistently been, “Girl, I know.” The truth is, I haven't stopped writing because I ran out of things to say. If anything, I've had too much to say and not enough distance from any of it to figure out where one thing ended and another began. I've been busy living the part I usually write about. And lately, life feels a little like somebody walked into a room I had finally got
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Some People Call It Betrayal. I Call It Confirmation.
Special request, written while at cheer* Everybody talks about betrayal like it's about pain. And maybe in the beginning it is. But I've lived long enough, had enough birthdays, enough life experiences, enough ministry moments, enough leadership opportunities, enough friendships, enough relationships, enough family gatherings, enough boardroom conversations, enough prayer closet conversations, enough victories, and yes, enough heartbreaks, to know that pain and betrayal are n
Jun 310 min read
The Question That Broke Me
Mental Health Awareness Month is coming to an end, and if I were preaching, I'd probably have a lot to say. Maybe too much. But I think I'd start here. Earlier today, Dr. Lance sent me a message. Nothing earth-shattering. Nothing dramatic. Just a simple check-in. And if I'm being honest, I was immediately confused. Not because I didn't understand the question. Not because there was some hidden meaning behind it. I was confused because I am so accustomed to being the one check
May 309 min read
