Welcome to the blog.
This is a place to process the “hard stuff” we feel from a biblical perspective. No churchy lingo. No judgment. All honesty.

He Said, She Said (Part 3): 4 Practical Ways to Avoid Gossip
So, you’re around someone who wants to gossip. What do you do? It can be difficult to go against the crowd and not participate in gossip, but here are four practical ways to do it. This is part 3 of a gossip series.

He Said, She Said (Part 2): The Ultimate Guide For Identifying Gossip
Gossip almost always leaves a lasting, negative effect. It’s hard to scrub off, it’s hard to forget, and it leaves an impact on both the person you’re gossiping with and the person you’re talking about. How can we identify gossip?

He Said, She Said (Part 1): Moving From Gossipers to Good Neighbors
A few years ago, a new friend invited me to lunch. Well into the conversation, she looked at me and said, “So, the reason I invited you to lunch is to talk to you about something,” in a very serious tone. My stomach dropped. What could I have possibly done wrong already in this newly developing friendship?

They Can’t Be Your Everything: Support vs. Sustenance
Growing up in a broken home caused me to look for love, affection, and validation in other people. Because my parents didn’t need my emotional needs, I tried to get them met in all my friendships. This led to unhealthy attachment, particularly codependency. I became a leech to everyone I was attached to.

99 Problems & Identity is One
I sat in my therapist’s office three years ago, and she just listened to me speak. Let’s call her Ava. Pretty early on, Ava told me I had identity issues. Even though I’m pretty open in therapy, when you hear that you have identity problems, it kind of rubs you the wrong way. I don’t have identity issues, I thought. I know who I am. But the truth is, I didn’t.

To The Girl Who Prefers Guy Friends
I was addicted to the way positive words from guys made me feel. It was like they had something to offer that women couldn’t. I didn’t see the value of friendship with women because I honestly thought they couldn’t offer me much. Women brought the exact same thing I brought to the table, so what did I need them for?