belonging

I ate my lunch in the girls’ bathroom for two weeks during eighth grade. It’s a long story, but suffice it to say I had had a falling out with the people I usually sat with and, having put all of my eggs in that social basket, found myself with nowhere to sit in a…

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Reflect & Rejoice Guide 2018-2019

It’s that time of year again, the ending of one chapter and the beginning of another. The looking back and the looking ahead. The dreaming of what could be in the new year. I love the idea of starting off a new year, but I’m hit or miss with goals. One year I’m all in,…

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Our Story

On it’s surface, our story is a string of coincidences. Of happenstances. Of unsuspected encounters along the way. Of somehow, someway, happening to be in the same place at the same time. Of brushing shoulders— so close yet so far for a number of years. But we don’t believe in coincidence or happenstance. “In your…

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On Submission

There are a thousand ways that I could start this post—a story of submission gone awry (I have plenty), or my general philosophy on rules and my compulsion to break them, or a historical background of cultural patriarchy during Biblical times. But instead, I want to start with Jesus and how he modeled submission for…

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To Steward: Our Bodies

  We are not our own, and therefore we need to steward everything we’ve been entrusted with, bodies included, well. But when people start talking about stewarding our bodies, I immediately get a bad attitude. This is largely because I have always reduced body stewardship to sexual fidelity and eating boring food. I understand the…

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To Steward: Your Voice

It was a foot-in-mouth kind of week for me. Are you familiar with the type? I have little to no chill in most area of my life, so no one should be surprised that I have a tendency to not only toe boundaries, but to plow right past them. When I’m writing, I have the…

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