I have been thinking about how I would break the news for months, but words still escape me.  I love this space we have created, this little...

I've had a lot of conversations over the past month about how faithful God is, but how difficult the path can seem. About how h...

Twenty-five. As of yesterday, I am twenty-five years old.  Anyone who knows me knows that I have dreaded this number like a beating, tha...

Dear Future Husband: I came across an article today which implied that asking a father for his daughter's hand in marriage was beli...

Let me tell you a thing or two about shame. Shame will crack it's knuckles and reach for your throat, threatening to steal every es...

I'm going to let you in on a little secret: I don't think I'm that great of a writer.  Seriously.  I'm not going to imp...

There are a million adult responsibilities beating at my door right now.  I won't bore you with the actual to-do list; just know that...

It bloomed when we were happy. The flower on the roof flourished when we smiled, when the heart in my chest loved the heart in his.   But ...