I've never been so nervous to write a post. Literally, as I sit here typing, aware of the words that are begging to spill from my fingertips, my stomach twists and turns into a knotted mess of doubt. Do I even have the right to speak on this issue? And what if what I… Continue reading Confessions of a Convicted Christian White Woman (near Charlottesville, VA)
"How me am I allowed to be?" This question taunted me, when we first began attending church back in 2015. I had such a skewed perception of what a "church girl" ought to look like, combined with a previous inclination that admitting or showing my sin would land me on the outs of the church… Continue reading How Me Am I Allowed To Be?
Do you have a favorite verse? One of the very first bible verses that felt like a promise, that felt like mine, was Isaiah 49:9, "I will say to the prisoners 'come out in freedom' and to those in darkness, 'come into the light.'" It hit home for me, because it was exactly what happened… Continue reading Green Grass and Prison Doors
Have you ever been hiking and suddenly wonder, "Am I still on the right path?" That happened to us, this past weekend, as our family took a mini-vacay to the Blue Ridge Mountains. We ventured on a few hikes, from slightly strenuous to easy walking, and found reasons to love each one. At one point,… Continue reading Markers And Trails
Before I was all in for Jesus, a term that still feels a little strange on my tongue, I was a leetle curious about Christianity. I had a limited understanding of God and what he was all about, minimal exposure to church, and almost no biblical knowledge to stand on. As far as religious goes,… Continue reading Religion Doesn’t Save Souls, Jesus Does.