I Love My Fiancé, But I Also Love My Last Name

Wow, I haven’t blogged in forever. And, honestly, my only excuse (besides working full-time, planning a wedding, and going to school) has been that I know what I want to talk about but I’m uncomfortable reflecting on the topic. You[…]

Letters to Andy.

Oh, Andy, I wish I could write with enough detail and poetic grace that you would have no choice but to rise from this page and live again . . . I wish the thousands of times I’ve made that[…]

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Feelingless Faith

What has God been teaching you lately? This question became one of my most dreaded conversation starters while attending a Christian University. Not because it’s a bad question–in fact, it was usually asked in a well-meaning way to prompt faith-based[…]


Almost, adverb. “Not quite; very nearly.” — How many things do we “almost” do? I almost woke up early today. I almost got 8 hours of sleep. I almost forgot my friend’s birthday. Almost got the job. Almost ate healthy. Almost[…]

Float Like A Butterfly / Sting Like A Bee

*Okay, I lied. This post isn’t about butterflies…* As a little girl, I was afraid of a lot of things: — heights. — spiders. — snakes. — the dark. — losing my parents. You know, standard kid fears. — But[…]

This Little Light of Mine (With a Grain of Salt)

“Saltiness and brightness are not qualities the salt and light determine about themselves. They are qualities determined by their maker.” — A few years ago, I decided to give  She Reads Truth a try. It’s an online community of women digging[…]


If you’re a smartphone user and you don’t have the Timehop app, I highly recommend you download it. It’s fun (and sometimes embarrassing) to open the app and see what I was doing on this day in history (or at[…]

The Ordinary Project | TOM RAKOW |

– Today’s Ordinary Project is a little different than past posts. You see, today I want to honor my dad (it is  Father’s Day, after all!) But because my dad is such a busy man, I didn’t want to take up[…]

An Open Letter to the One Who Died Too Young

To The Ones Who Died Too Young– It’s not fair. It’s not fair that the good ones always die too soon. It’s not fair that the brightest lights are snuffed out by the ice cold hand of death. It’s not fair[…]

Unanswered Calls

“Lord, make me content,” had literally just whirled through my mind as I was making the hour drive to my home church one morning when the dreaded ( ! ) sign appeared on my dash and my car took a hard pull[…]