Maybe the gift of marriage is the steady flow of conflict that allows us to see things we’d never see otherw[...]
Maybe the gift of marriage is the steady flow of conflict that allows us to see things we’d never see otherw[...]
People that we trust will hurt us. In these moments of pain, we are called beyond vengeance to healing, not ju[...]
There are two voices, Shame and Soul, the person we learned to be and then who we are. They surface in sufferi[...]
A poem written about the truths and questions that surface on meditative walks in the labyrinth.
When the belief systems we were handed no longer match our understanding of God, we're called to tear down wha[...]
Mothers of young children do everything on repeat, work that is mundane yet meditative, showing us Mother God[...]
There are parts of us that need the light to grow, and there are parts that need the darkness. She is the one[...]