4 years ago, around this time, I walked away from you. To be fair, I claimed to walk away from “the church”, but we both know, I was running from you. I filled my life with things that were “like” you — but not you. Forms of faith without the…

Can I be honest? I think I loved the role of victim. It’s not that I loved what happened to me, I wouldn’t wish my past on anyone — but its that I loved the safety of being a victim. …

It’s December and I find myself in my childhood bedroom. The bedroom felt smaller than it did growing up. It was where I sat on the phone with my first boyfriend at 2am when I couldn’t sleep and would later cry myself to sleep when he ghosted me after 2…

I’ll never forget that conversation in my car as I drove home. I could sense your presence as I held the steering wheel. I wish I could go back to that moment and realize the depth of what was happening. It was more than just a feeling. It was greater…

Why Church Matters. I grew up in church. My early childhood is filled with memories of me falling asleep under the pews as the service went on or lifting my little hands like the big people did during the slow songs. Later on I would find myself serving in youth…

One of the greatest deceptions is that time heals all wounds. Unfortunately — it doesn’t. I used to spend a lot of my free time with the elderly — personally I prefer their company to folks my age. They are unpretentious and unapologetic — for the most part just going…