“When fear no longer edits the truth, freedom finally finds its voice.” For years, I had what someone once described as an “interesting relationship with truth.” Not because I loved deception. Not because I wanted to manipulate people. But because I was deeply afraid of rejection. I’ve shared before that childhood trauma distorted many of […]
(Remembering a Journal Entry from Sept 2021) “Let us not get tired of doing good, for we will reap at the proper time if we don’t give up.”—Galatians 6:9a CSB There are seasons that feel visible, productive, and clearly fruitful and then there are seasons that feel different. Quieter. Heavier. Less defined. Full of responsibility,
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There was a moment when I realized my résumé still made sense on paper, but not in real life. On paper, the experience, the training, and the years were there; the qualifications made sense. I could look back and see the rooms I had served in, the responsibilities I had carried, the skills I had
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A few years ago, I was flipping through an old journal and found a sentence I had written in the middle of a restless season: “Talent alone is not enough. Service is His love language. Talent is just a tool.” I remember exactly where I was emotionally when I wrote it. Things had shifted. Roles
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Sometimes serving starts to hurt when our availability has an agenda. That is not an easy sentence to write. A while ago, I received a message from a volunteer who was hurting. She felt confused because she was not being placed in certain leadership opportunities. She shared that she had been very available, but was
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I’ve sung Brandon Lake’s Gratitude more times than I can count. In church, in the car, in full seasons, and in fragile ones. And every time that line comes around, “All that I have is a Hallelujah”, something in me pauses. Because sometimes that really is all we have. Not the answer. Not the clarity.
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If you thought I was just starting a blog… turns out, I am just opening journal entries God has been leading me to write for more than eight years. These words did not begin when I pressed publish. They began in quiet places. In prayers I did not always know how to word. In questions
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Why godly work must grow from a godly life. There is a kind of talent that can impress a room and still be unable to carry a calling. I heard that idea years ago from one of my mentors, and I remember feeling uncomfortable. Not because I disagreed with it, but because it exposed something
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Loving the Church became easier for me the day I stopped pretending I wasn’t broken. Not dramatically broken. Not headline-level broken. Just human. Fragile. In process. There was a season when I wrote in my journal, “Healing is possible.” I still remember how hopeful those words felt. Not because everything was suddenly fixed, but because
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I still remember walking across my college campus years ago and passing a construction zone. Nothing about it looked finished; the ground was torn up, stakes were scattered through the dirt, and the landscaping was incomplete. It looked like one of those places you walk past without paying much attention because, honestly, construction zones are
