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A Masterpiece & A Work in Progress, Simultaneously
As much as I want to not care what people think…sometimes I do worry what people think….maybe because I worry they’ll misunderstand my process. Not because I feel like I have to…but because I want to make sure I’ve explained it clearly. I hate being misunderstood. It’s something I face all the time. I am…
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Bedtime Meditations for Kids
I wanted to do a bedtime meditation last night but I couldn’t find any prayers that I liked for littles. Silly me, I got this. I didn’t need to search for ideas outside, when I had everything I need within. So tonight I just did what I do and we breathed and prayed together. See,…
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The Cult of Following
https://unsplash.com/@mkwlsn (image credit) I read something today that brought on sadness, frustration, a mini-migraine, and a bit of a mini-crisis. Just a few raw thoughts follow today. It reminded me of how easy it is to find yourself somewhere you never meant to end up. How do intelligent people get caught in cults or manipulative or…
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Feminine Wholeness Includes Sexuality | My Favorite Resources
Back in August I posted this on Instagram, So I’ve been thinking about some recent conversations I’ve had and wondering if any of you beauties would be interested in reading some of my favorite resources for breaking free from repressed sexuality and harmful purify culture? Embracing the skin you’re in and shedding shame? That last…
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Begin Again
So, like children, we begin again to learn from the things, because they are in God’s heart; they have never left [God]. This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly. —Rainer Maria Rilke ✨ I can begin…
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The Language of Freedom
If you’ve known me for a while, you may or may not have noticed that my language has shifted. I’ve drastically cut back on the “religious” language that I use. This is completely intentional. It is part of my healing. It is part of my attempts at sobriety from religious addiction and trauma. Our subcultures…
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One Year Ago | A Uhaul & Unforced Rhythms
One year ago I loaded up all my belongings from my second floor apartment into a small Uhaul squeezed in our narrow alley along with the help of some dear friends and their friends and escaped from some really toxic relationships. To this day, I still have a couple kitchen boxes packed. I drove over…
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Taking My Voice Back | One Year Later
She devoted no less than half her life, time, resources, education to becoming a worship leader. Hours of practice, voice lessons, and conferences and studying, and a degree in music. Listening, taking notes, writing, reviewing, again and again. Saying yes to opportunities when they arose. Women’s retreats, women’s groups. Finding the courage to seek out…
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Loved Back to Life: Redemption
I studied music with a calling to lead worship. I was honored to have space to do this for several years. But I was restless. I attempted to get work at churches unsuccessfully for a countless number of years. Countless number of resumes and interviews, just to get my foot in the door. I was…
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Memories of My Dad
I let the 21st come and go without paying attention. I knew it was coming but didn’t take time on Friday to remember. It actually explains while I’ve been feeling like 💩. I tend to remember his birthday a bit more intentionally. It’s harder and more unsettling to remember the day he died nine years…