Dear Women of the Church, I owe you an apology. I have sinned against you and I am sorry. Ladies, I have been called to love you and I have failed. Instead, I have idolized you. I have typecast you. I have oversimplified you. Mostly, I have feared you. For the entirety of my fourteen… Continue reading Dear Women of the Church
“Your greatest harvest will often come from the word of God you have sown in tears and sown in affliction.” … Continue reading Sowing the Word in Tears
For eight months, I’ve had this post saved in my drafts on WordPress. For eight months all it has consisted of is a title “You Can’t Sit Here” and the phrase “Ivy and Sasha” in the body of the blog. For eight months, I’ve gone right past this blog draft on my way to write… Continue reading You Can’t Sit Here: 20 Years Later
Some hurts have a way of digging in deep and popping up at inconvenient moments. I finally stopped crying this morning long enough to emerge from my car in the back parking lot and sneak into my office. I kept my hair down, which is the secret for these kinds of days, a drape around… Continue reading Old Hurts
The Second Thing: It’s not their opinions that matter. I have always cared too much, entirely too much, about what other people thought of me. In eighth grade I finally found my first real friend. Nicole Dionisio was the kind of girl who collected stray people: misfits, oddballs, and weirdos were all okay in her… Continue reading Five Things I Should Have Learned in Kindergarten (but didn’t catch on to until I was in my 30’s) Part 2
The following is an excerpt from the book I’m working on “Songs of Sanity,” a memoir of my journey through depression and anxiety using the Psalms. The LORD is my light and my salvation; Whom shall I fear? The LORD is the stronghold of my life; Of whom shall I be afraid? Psalms 27:1-2 It… Continue reading Whom Shall I Fear?
Facebook was just what I needed at that dark point. I had access to a pool of friends that spanned every life stage I had been through. There was always someone on to “like” or comment on my post, always someone listening. Somehow the public nature of Facebook felt safer than the intimacy of real conversations and I became brave enough to hint there about the struggles I was going through.