There is a fine line between being vulnerable and over-sharing. While I strive to always be authentic with you in my writing, there are certain details I don’t share. To protect my family, friends, and loved ones, some stories are more general in nature. But today, I want to get more personal with you than I ever have. Because today, I see the fruit of years spent crying until my eyes burned in prayer. I see a long battle with addiction surrendered to the fullness and freedom of Christ. For Continue Reading
The Day I Realized Closed Doors Are a Gift
For months, I held the weight of expectancy in my heart. It filled my prayers, woke me in the middle of the night, and entered my dreams. I didn’t know what the answer would be, but I carried a childlike confidence. Almost certain a “yes” was eminent, I prayed with more boldness, sure that this step in writing would further the message God called me to. Then, the email arrived in my inbox. I read it several times, trying to process each syllable and search for a reason to the unknown. The Continue Reading
How God Answers When His People Want to Die
Sometimes it’s easier to be a spectator. When someone dies or there’s a tragedy making headlines in the media, that’s often what I am. I sit back and read other writers’ words. I nod and silently say, “Amen.” But weeks following the suicide of two well-known celebrities, I knew I needed to contribute more than hushed acknowledgement. I watched others speak up about their own experiences with depression and bravely tell their stories, and God stirred my soul. I know what it’s like to be in Continue Reading
