For the waiting heart. For the heart that feels forgotten. For the heart that is searching for hope in a season that feels uncertain. For those who ...
I actually wasn’t going to write tonight. Mostly because I’ve written about this feeling before. And somewhere along the way, I think I created this strange little rule for myself that once I’ve written about something, I shouldn’t write about it again. I’ve written about waiting. I’ve written about loneliness. I’ve written about wanting love. I’ve written about trusting God and struggling to…
Sometimes I do the math. I don’t even mean to. It just happens. If I meet him soon, we could date for a while. Then maybe get engaged. Then married. And then I start counting the years I want with him before anything else comes next. Because if I ever have children, I don’t want to meet my husband and immediately rush into the next chapter. I want him first. I want us first. I want to know what…
I’ve been reading Joseph’s story, and one sentence keeps stopping me. “The Lord was with Joseph.” ~ Genesis 39:2 (ESV) What gets me is not that this sentence appears when Joseph becomes powerful. It appears much earlier. When his life is falling apart. Joseph is seventeen when his brothers sell him. Before that, they had even talked about killing him. ~ Genesis 37:2, 18–28 (ESV) Then he is taken…
I’ve been thinking about something a lot this week. I believe God closes doors. I believe He doesn’t make mistakes. I believe He’s already working, even when I can’t see it. But what no one really talks about… is the space between. The space after one door has closed… and before the next one opens. I think that’s where faith becomes the hardest. Because when you’re standing in between, nothing…
Social media has always been complicated for me. Not because I think it’s bad. But because, without even realizing it, I started measuring my life against everyone else’s. I watched couples getting engaged. Buying their first home. Moving to countries I’ve always dreamed of visiting. Starting businesses. Creating lives that looked so full. And somehow, every time I closed the app, I felt like I…
I’ve been thinking a lot about what it actually means to be desired. At first, it sounds like a compliment. Everyone wants to feel wanted. To feel beautiful. To have someone look at them and think, “Wow.” But the more I date, the more I realize that being desired and being truly seen are not the same thing. A man can desire your body… without ever becoming curious about your heart. He can…
I think the hardest part is that nothing has to go terribly wrong for your heart to feel heavy. Sometimes it’s not one big heartbreak. It’s ten little things. A conversation that lingers in your mind. A prayer that still feels unanswered. A door that didn’t open. A text that never came. A future that suddenly feels uncertain. On their own, none of them seem big enough to make you cry. But somehow…
One of the hardest parts of being a Christian is that hope almost feels like a responsibility. People tell you to trust God. To surrender. To pray. To wait patiently. To believe that He is working, even when you cannot see it. And I believe all of that. I truly do. But sometimes I wonder if we’ve accidentally made it seem like Christians aren’t allowed to struggle. As if questioning means you’re…
This story has been on my heart all week. I have already written about the woman who reached for Jesus, but somehow I cannot let this story go. The more I read it, the more I discover. The more I think about her, the more I realize that this story is not only about faith. It is about pain, exhaustion, hope, dignity, and a Savior who sees people when everyone else looks away. At first, I was…
God, sometimes I wonder if I’ve been hurt for so long… that I no longer recognize the kind of love I’ve been praying for. I met someone. On paper, he seemed like everything I had been asking for. Kind. Hardworking. Shared values. A good heart. We laughed. More than I expected. And yet… when I came home, I couldn’t tell if what I was feeling was peace… or nothing at all. Shouldn’t I be excited?…
Sometimes I catch myself smiling when I think about you. Not because I know who you are. I don’t. But because I know who God is. People always say, “Enjoy the honeymoon phase while it lasts.” I’ve never really understood that. Why would anyone say something like that? As if one day we’ll stop looking at each other with wonder. As if love is only meant to feel magical for a little while. I don’t…