You can't claim to love God, but hate or ignore those made in His image. A bite-sized blog.
Dear ministry leader, I know it’s hard. (Try not to shake your head, roll your eyes and say, “You have no idea.”) I may not understand your situation fully, but I have a concept. I know what it feels like when God gives you a vision and it burns brightly inside of you. You want to … Continue reading An Open Letter to the Tired, Discouraged Ministry Leader
I used to say that I didn't mind admitting when I was wrong—if it ever happened. But that's not true.
At the core of who I am, I am petty and spiteful; impatient and unkind.
I used to be that person. The person who ever so noticeably avoided the candy aisle around mid-February, and who sometimes ate drive through tacos alone on Fridays. I was the girl who talked herself into going on bad dates because I was afraid of dying alone. I dreaded any functions that required me to … Continue reading Lonely Hearts Club
A pebble in my shoe, very much like a single pea beneath the mattress of a princess—that's what wrong love always felt like to me.
Ignorant, yet well-meaning people. Is there anyone in the world so dangerously unaware?