I was sitting in my therapist's office, explaining to him why I push. I'm an advocate. I told him, as if that explained everything. And advocates are results-oriented. He responded. Yes!! Absolutely!!! I want to know that what I do has an effect. He smiled at me. But results aren't in your control. That's God's … Continue reading Mistakes
A few weeks before my life changed forever, I attended a women's retreat through my church. By that point, I was already hollow inside. I had spent the drive up listening to the girlfriend of the guy I was in love with gush about their relationship. I wanted so desperately to move on. On the … Continue reading Jesus and Coffee
You know what I rarely talk about? My sin. The things I've done in my past. I think it's because I'm scared of being judged. Here's go nothing. I'm a homewrecker. No, I've never tried to steal a woman's husband but I have absolutely tried to steal a girl's boyfriend. I've done this exactly twice … Continue reading I walk down a different street.
So I'm still waiting on finding out if I have breast cancer or not but in the meantime, it's been interesting to see what things have come up for me. Of all my biggest regrets, it's been my dating life. I've had one relationship that lasted eight months but the rest have been a series … Continue reading The First Kiss
Recently, I was talking with a friend about old loves and moving on. It's interesting. I'm in a season where I'm getting renewed clarity about my life, primarily when it comes to men. It's like a vase that has broken and as I'm picking up the pieces of glass, I notice where the cuts are, … Continue reading Easy.
I should preface this post by saying that lately, I have gotten into the habit of bottling myself up. I'm one of those people who tends to put up a front. I put my best foot forward, rarely discussing what I'm really going through or how I'm feeling. But I got convicted by that … Continue reading A Week of Stretching
I still remember the conversation I had with my stepdad at 19. I had watched a boy I had fawned over for three years fall for someone else, a heart-breaking, soul-crushing spectacle that I wish I could have avoided. But I was on the mend, relieved to be finally okay when I sat across my … Continue reading All the Single Ladies (and men)