When Your Story Holds a Hard Chapter
This is my story. It is messy. It isn’t pretty all the way through. It is confusing and unfair and gracious and mine. It is mine to tell. It is mine to live. It is my responsibility to share. Because if every story matters, then mine does too. This is what I get...
Searching for Sunday
Two days ago I sat in a black swivel chair and tried not to move my head as the scissors snipped close by. Not even five minutes into the appointment, our conversation turned to trusting God for the future. She wrapped my wet hair in a towel and as I sat down, the...
Blink. Goodbye. Blink. Begin. {What Graduation Is Actually Like.}
i. He closed the book and I could look at nothing but the paper in front of me. Eyes fixated on the pen in my hand, I didn’t want to acknowledge the moment but it begged for attention. The muttered “okay,” the shuffling of the notes that were already...
When Life Doesn’t Look Like What You Imagined
*Reader’s note: Umm, hi friends. I’m actually so nervous to publish this. The words feel raw and exposed and so very much “in process.” That makes sense because the truth is, this is only half of the story, a few pages of the chapter, the...
MY BOOK // Even If Not: Living, Loving, and Learning in the in Between
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