When an Instagram post helps you break-up with Your Church.

Doing the hard work of becoming a fully actualized, realized, healthy, human adult. And why I needed to leave the church to do it.

Learning to step into the green of permission for my own life.

Failure. It’s a bitch, true. But I’m staring it in the face asking, why, when so common to the human experience is disappointment, am I the sort of person who's crippled by it?

We find our community, and hide our deepest misgivings. Until the dark night beckons.

Having compassion for choices made out of right longing, but exercised in a spirit of control, rather than of love.

What lens of the heart and eye allow us to perceive loveliness in the ordinary, simple, and oft overlooked?