A Mighty Weapon in the Battle Against Insecurity

Long ago, I erected an idol in my mind of the Christian Woman. 

The Christian Woman found the time to blow-dry her hair before church. She and her childhood sweetheart and their well behaved brood of children arrived each Sunday with their clothes right side in and their shoes on the right feet. She taught Sunday school and sipped tea at ladies’ functions. She found the time to cart casseroles to potlucks, kiddos to soccer practice, and donations to the food-bank in her mini-van.

Dear Woman of God

Dear woman of God, There is a weapon we Christian women have allowed the devil to wield against us far too effectively for far too long. Insecurity. Satan whispers that we are not enough. We are less than the others. And we have allowed him to use this insidious lie to quash our ministries, weaken our… Continue reading Dear Woman of God

Dear Women of the Church

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

An Open Letter to the Fat Girl in My Swim Class

I see you. I see how you hide in the dressing room, tucked in a corner, shielded by the room’s lone privacy curtain. I see you. I see how you avoid eye contact with the rest of us- women who greet each other loudly in a crowded room while dressing. Women who exchange hugs in… Continue reading An Open Letter to the Fat Girl in My Swim Class

The Biggest Girl in the Room

Five Things I Should Have Learned in Kindergarten (But didn’t figure out until I was in my 30’s) Part 4 The Fourth Thing: It’s okay to be the biggest girl in the room. At most gatherings, I’m the largest female. This is not new for me. I’ve been a big girl since birth. I came… Continue reading The Biggest Girl in the Room

Old Hurts

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