Throughout Scripture, God’s people built stone altars to remember what God had done. Not because they were afraid they would forget the event. But because they never wanted to forget the God who met them there. This is one of mine. I would love to say I had a perfect walk with the Lord. That my testimony was one where Jesus got ahold of me, set me free, delivered me, and I never looked back. But that’s not my story. My journey looks different. If you would have told me in my

The grief wasn’t that someone was cruel. The grief wasn’t that someone betrayed me. The grief wasn’t even that a season ended. The grief was simpler than that. I hoped for more. I hoped for deeper friendship. Deeper connection. More understanding. More mutuality. I hoped that time would deepen what already existed. I hoped one day I would feel chosen. Not tolerated. Not appreciated. Chosen. That’s the hardest part. Not accepting what was. Accepting what wasn’t. Accepting that

There is a strange grief that comes with doing the right thing. You know where God is leading. You know the decision is right. You know it is time. And yet, you sit in your car and cry. Not because you are confused. Not because you made a mistake. Not because you want to go back. But because endings are still endings. One of the hardest lessons I’ve learned is that obedience and grief can exist in the same moment. The fact that something hurts does not automatically mean it i

There was a time when every loss cost me a piece of myself. A relationship ended and I questioned my value. A door closed and I questioned my calling. Someone rejected me and I rejected myself. I didn’t just lose the situation. I lost me. But healing changes things. Now when something ends, I still grieve. I still cry. I still feel disappointment. But I don’t hand over my identity with it. This time I let go. But I kept Kim. I kept my worth. I kept my dignity. I kept my voice

I had a deep revelation today. Someone said that when a child grows up being criticized, eventually that criticism becomes her inner voice. I just sat there. Then the tears came. Because I realized… Kim has been Kim’s biggest critic. I’ve spent so much of my life encouraging people. Praising them. Uplifting them. Exhorting them. Loving them. Believing in them. Calling out the good in them. As I sat with the Lord today, I wondered if part of the reason is because those were t

I was a little girl who wore shame that didn’t belong to her. I knew where it came from. I knew it came from things that happened in my family. I knew it came from things people knew. I knew it came from whispers, opinions, comparisons, and labels that found their way onto my shoulders long before I was old enough to understand what to do with them. I remember not wanting people to know what was in the newspapers. I remember not wanting people to know who my dad was. Not beca