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Some of us are carrying more than we can name. We lead, love, serve, and show up — and somewhere in all of it, we lose sight of ourselves.I write for the faith-driven soul who needs a mirror more than a map. Weekly, I'll sit with you in the middle of the weight you're carrying — and help you see it clearly.
Hey friend, For almost 30 years, I served alongside the U.S. military. In that season, I learned something that surprised me: true strength doesn’t look the way we think it does. It isn’t loud or boastful. It comes in the quiet. In the stillness before the storm. Sometimes, strength and courage aren’t actions at all. Sometimes, they are waiting. “In returning and rest, you shall be saved; in quietness and trust shall be your strength.” — Isaiah 30:15 I think about how many of us pour...
Hey Friend, I'm writing this week from Oklahoma. I've been here for almost a month. My mom needs some extra care right now, so I've been spending time close to her — her home, her land, her heritage and the place where my family worked and prayed over for generations. And I've been spending time with the dead. Literally. There's a family cemetery not far from here, and I've found myself walking through it more than once this season. Reading the names. Sitting with the silence. Thinking about...
Hey friend, I lost my job during COVID. I’d just had foot surgery, and a few days later, a 15-minute phone call ended my position. For the next three weeks, I sat in my chair and cried. But here’s what surprised me: the grief wasn’t really about income or title. Somewhere along the way, my identity had become tangled up in what I did. When that was gone, I didn’t know who I was anymore. If you’ve ever lost a role — a job, a ministry season, a chapter of mothering that shifted — you might know...