I spent the month of January in a bit of solitude. Slowing down. Having long conversations with my counselor. Journaling. Taking laps through my neighborhood both in Nashville and my parents house. Spilling secrets that kept me separated from the people I love. Staring at myself in mirrors and learning to accept the lines on … Continue reading It’ll be sunny.
I sat down with a friend this week with soup and chocolate chip cookies to catch up on life over the past three months. Something about winter makes for a good environment to go deeper. To say the things that seem scary and scream "too much". So we sat and poured out the parallels and … Continue reading Til the barren is beautiful
I wrote that sentence in my journal this morning. Three whole weeks of a rumbling tummy. Weird food aversions and fears. I babysit an (almost) three year old and when I watch her eat dinner she's eating more than me. A three year old. I think I've survived off of ice coffee and the occasional … Continue reading I’ve been hungry for three weeks
I'd like to think that this season has been defined by charcuterie boards and belly laughing on my couch with friends. By pizza and brave whispers of greatest fears. Early bedtimes, weekends spent with my parents, long walks with my favorite pup, and fresh eucalyptus in my bedroom. If you've looked at my Instagram story … Continue reading Seasons without Striving
What happens when we aren't sure how to feel about God's plan? I was on a walk with a friend the other day and posed that question. What happens when our flesh desires something other than what God has laid out for us? Is it a sin to mourn what could have been? My flesh … Continue reading A thorn in my side
I'm not good at making mistakes. That's a weird statement, isn't it? I honestly don't let myself make mistakes. It's because when I do, I treat it like WWIII has broken out and I am the sole reason. I'm good at over apologizing and beating myself up for days over a minute issue. This past … Continue reading Redemptive Vulnerability
I remember the exact month I was the most in love with God. It was April 2016 and my college group was discussing the book of Jonah on Monday nights. Every Monday I'd bawl my eyes out at Cornerstone because I couldn't believe just how much God was speaking to me and it was painful. … Continue reading Greenery, Cold Coffee and a Hannah Brencher Realization