“I…struggle with looking at pornography,” or something to that effect, because I don’t remember exactly what I said, but I remember how I felt. The thing I thought I would never-tell-anyone-ever I had just confessed to a few girls. This was IT: NOW I could have accountability, NOW I could heal. But a week later I found myself engaging once again with the very thing I wanted to escape from…
Read MoreThey say it’s a male struggle — from the pulpits, on the pages, in the accountability software —forcing women who struggle with pornography to conclude that we’re anomalies, cloaking us in silent shame. The first time I heard that women can *also* struggle with pornography I was a freshman in college. I struggled for six years, the bulk of my adolescence, before learning I wasn’t the only one…
Read MoreGod is the Giver of dreams, not the killer —
Read MoreWe’re resurrection people, we’re life people. United to Jesus, & thus united to one another – sons and daughters as brothers and sisters. Interconnected by our new DNA & the breath in our lungs that sings His praise. He didn’t create this big, wide, colorful family so we can sing Kumbaya behind fake smiles.
Read MoreRyan and I met eight years ago today. I’ll never stop telling this story as long as we live, because when you’ve lived out redemption and miracles, you can’t shut up about it.
Read MoreI cannot think of a more appropriate occasion to share this, so to celebrate, here's the story of how Jesus redeemed the relationship between my Daddy and me-
Read MoreI don't write this with a large gift in my hands nicely wrapped in platitudes & words meant to soothe. Things about doors closing & windows opening or never receiving more than we can handle. Because sometimes windows shatter. And it's impossible to open a bow-topped package while you're picking shards of glass out of your hands.
Read MoreOne of my desires in creating this little space in the ether was to encourage more common vulnerability among women - one that talks about the grit of addiction & pain while also simultaneously proclaiming holy restoration & redemption. And if redemption isn't yet realized, to KNOW that it's here among us. He's here with us. He's in the grit of life.
Read MoreI'm baking tonight because I hate addiction. Drugs, alcohol, sex, food, technology, it doesn't matter, my hate doesn't discriminate. I'm baking tonight because of the Great Lie we all believe or are crawling away from- You are alone. God doesn't love you. He doesn't care. I'm baking tonight because my frustration needs an outlet. Maybe somewhere between cold cubes of butter, sugar sticking to my measuring cups, & flour on my fingertips I'll transition from questioning His goodness to stretching my flour-dusted arms out before Him.
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