Category: christian

  • I used to think that transformation was produced via hard discipline. Strict rules. A checklist. I’ve learned otherwise in the last 6 months. To be fair, 6 months isn’t a terribly long time. No major life haul took place. There was no public announcement. There was no dramatic reinvention or some sort of epiphany that…

  • It seemed like a good idea. Yesterday. I made a decision at 9:12 p.m. A bold, responsible, almost admirable decision. “I am going to bed at 10:00.” I even said it out loud. To no one. Just the dog and the dishwasher. I listed the benefits in my head: Emotional stability. Less jaw clenching. Fewer…

  • I can never finish my coffee before it turns cold. This is not a metaphor. This is a documented behavioral pattern. Exhibit A: 8:02 a.m. As the workday starts, the coffee is poured. Confidence high. Inbox opened. Exhibit B: 8:04 a.m. 28 emails have arrived during my off hours, all of which create more questions…

  • My old, broken vacuum has been recycled to fill a need besides suction. It was never a very good vacuum. Even when it worked. It wheezed more than it roared. It left a faint constellation of crumbs along the areas where the couches meet the floor, as if to remind me that perfection was never…

  • There are days when I wish my chapstick contained super glue. Not permanently. Just…strategically. Like at 10:43 a.m., when I open my mouth to give a “brief clarification” and somehow deliver a seven-minute TED Talk with context, backstory, nuance, emotional framework, and three hypothetical scenarios. No one asked for that. A simple “Yes, that works”…

  • My Daddy used to tell me, “Life’s not fair and then you die.” It took 25 years for that to click. I am approaching 40 and still not incredibly wise. The Lord has really been dealing with my attitude lately. I was awake half of the night overthinking something I have dealt with for most…

  • This isn’t a confession or a takedown. This is an inventory, taken calmly, without theatrics. I have been enough time blaming myself for things that were not mine. And that makes it easier, now, to name the moments that were. In an effort to close loops, as opposed to reopen wounds, I was the problem…

  • Society’s widely accepted “pop culture” therapeutic methodology has, in the last couple of years, adopted a new, seemingly simple solution to all of our problems. “Let Them.” Mel Robbins wrote a book in 2024, introducing a new approach to relationships and personal power. Its track record speaks for itself. It’s been a #1 New York…

  • Tuesdays at 8 a.m. I look forward to going to therapy, even if I don’t necessarily look forward to getting up earlier than usual and paying a $35.00 copay just to talk someone’s ear off. Someone whose job I do not want. Someone who would be justified in secretly judging her patients’ “first world problems.”…

  • There are parts of myself I recognize easily now – not because they’re gone entirely – but because they no longer fit like they once did. It’s not rejection. It’s recognition. There are things that used to feel familiar, even defining, in my life. And somehow, they don’t fit anymore. What has replaced these things…