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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, When I close my eyes, I sometimes imagine Jesus standing in the middle of my driveway. We have a long, winding gravel path that leads to the main road. Our home is nestled off the street, hidden behind a swath of pine trees. From the road, the view is unclear. But as you inch down the path, our house comes into view. When I think about Jesus drawing me near, I see Him just at the edge of the bend. I walk out to meet Him. And He waits for me. As I reach Him, I lay my head upon His...
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...