the gift of a sensitive heart.

For so long, my sensitive heart felt like a gift I didn’t want. I was so sensitive to any kind of violence, conflict and abuse, even fictional. And I grew up believing that any feelings of mine that weren’t “positive” should be avoided. I believed that things that made me sad or grieved should be…

Behind the brave action.

Saying “no” despite the fear of missing out when I know I need something different. Saying “yes” when it makes me vulnerable and I’m unsure what will happen. Allowing the tears to fall. Apologizing for the ways I wounded a friend. Picking my phone up to ask a friend to pray for me. Making an…

when healing is slow.

I couldn’t have imagined things could look different. I felt too wounded and broken in this area of my life. But it’s been over two years since I set some hard, needed boundaries. It’s been over two years of quiet work with the Lord, most of which was unseen by all but a few. And…

the unseen parts of a dream.

I was walking away from so much I held dear, so much I that brought me life when I stepped away from a job I loved. It is coming up on five years this spring. I felt like I was giving up so much without any idea of what was waiting for me on the…

reading reflections & a few end-of-year favorites.

2019 was the first year I kept track of everything I read. I didn’t have a specific goal for my reading other than to enjoy my reading and maintain my momentum. That meant I set books down that weren’t working for me. I placed holds for books I was excited for at the library. I…

when to opening an app isn’t the answer.

I find so much connection and enjoyment out of writing and talking with people on the internet. But I’d be do us all a disservice if I didn’t name that it is also a struggle to use my phone well. These days I’m paying attention to when my hands ache to pick up my phone….