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Continue reading →: Ribs“I used to think the story was about the ice cream sandwich. Now I think it was about how quickly a moment could turn.”
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Continue reading →: No RainLast November, the day before my birthday, I was cleaning dog pee out of my fifteen-year-old son’s carpet when I got hit with one of those weird little realizations that sneaks up on you in adulthood. The kind that starts with carpet cleaner and ends with emotional archaeology. Koda, our…
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Continue reading →: UNINVITEDThey didn’t have to uninvite us. They just let the silence do it for them.
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Continue reading →: Eyes Closed“You just become a ghost outside of something that once convinced you it was home.” This is the story of grief, church, unfinished kitchens, and the slow horrifying realization that some of us were never abandoning God at all. We were just finally brave enough to stop disappearing.
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Continue reading →: VampireEverything felt casual until suddenly it wasn’t. You weren’t just helping. You were building the Kingdom. You weren’t tired. You were called. And if you’re a certain type of woman? Oh, you THRIVE in environments like that at first. Give us a mission. Give us a color coded volunteer spreadsheet.…
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Continue reading →: Fire In These HillsI used to think becoming smaller meant becoming good. That if I stayed long enough, sacrificed hard enough, emptied myself deeply enough… eventually it would all mean something. I found old journal entries this week from a season where I was actively trying to convince myself that exhaustion was integrity…
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Continue reading →: Running Up That HillWomen have spent generations confusing self sacrifice for virtue and exhaustion for proof of love.
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Continue reading →: LabourMother’s Day gets weird when you start remembering the difference between women who were celebrated publicly… and women who actually felt emotionally safe privately.
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Continue reading →: This Must Be The PlaceMaybe healing isn’t finally becoming the woman in the linen dress. Maybe it’s simply realizing you are allowed to sit at the table before all the wounds stop hurting.
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Continue reading →: Fixing a HoleWhat if church was never supposed to become the destination? A sharp and reflective piece on truth, spiritual individuality, and learning to think for yourself again.
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