Dear Dad

I've always been an angry person. As far back as I can remember, I have held fast to this idea that the world owes me an apology. My father has a lot to do with that. This time, I mean my birth father, not my stepdad. My birth father may have been in my life … Continue reading Dear Dad


My mother’s daughter

I’ll be honest – I haven’t trusted much in God’s sovereignty. I have to explain: this has everything to do with my mother. When my mom was in her twenties, she was a full-time missionary. She spoke in churches all over the South. She wanted to be the next Elizabeth Eliot, sharing the gospel, writing … Continue reading My mother’s daughter


Someone told me once when I first diagnosed to not always believe everything my brain is telling me. It was probably one of the wisest pieces of advice I had received, I got into a discussion earlier this week over the topic of signs from God. I'm not a fan of this concept. Truthfully, I … Continue reading Whisper.

Dear John

I don't know about you but from time to time, I get these moments where I captivated by the Holy Spirit over something that apparently needs to be addressed. It usually comes out of nowhere. I usually cry. I move on. I should backtrack. For eight years, I had massive feelings for a friend. About … Continue reading Dear John


I knew a woman once who told me this amazing story upon our first meeting. She and her husband had two children and were living in California when they heard of a ministry opportunity to serve in a Muslim country. In order to pay for this opportunity, they would have to sell everything they owned … Continue reading Faith

Me Too

I don't ever talk about it. I woke up this morning to a social meeting campaign, where people were sharing their sexual abuse/assault cases with the hashtag #metoo. And by people, I mean women, because the narrative has effectively excluded men. It's also portrayed men as the sole predators. If you knew my story, you'd … Continue reading Me Too