An uncomfortable conversation to have, but loving someone with trauma is actually not easy.

The things we say in anger or the comments we make without considering others are things we should handle with great responsibility.

The broken pieces of who we are and our story God can place together intentionally to beautifully reflect His goodness. We are designed to reflect His light into the darkest of this world.

I do believe that a lot of these comments have come from Christians with good intentions, but I think they fail to accurately reflect God’s heart.

So here goes my request to please stop saying:

Acknowledging and harnessing the strategies that the Lord has designed us to need is honoring to the way He has designed us.

Just because your sin caused another person harm does not place you beyond the grace of God.

There is something precious about the delight children get out of candy. There is validity to recognizing what your body needs and making sure that you are getting your nutrients, but there is a difference between honoring God by caring for your body and clinging to an idol, or being trapped by lies of the devil.

There is something that I find deeply intimate about friends who walk through grief with you. Grief is a complex emotion and doesn’t happen in any specific timeline. There is such beauty in the assurance that in Heaven God will wipe away every tear, but while we are here there is a reality that grief tends to linger (and sometimes stays for the rest of our lives here).

God does not look on the sin that was done to you indifferently.

The solution to my struggle wasn’t to just dismiss what I was thinking, or become “body positive”. It was to run to Jesus.

You don’t usually consider that spiritual warfare might come in the form of a mouse.

There isn’t an easy way to talk about suicide. There are so many things I would want to say to anyone struggling and I don’t know what to say first. This is my heart for anyone who doesn’t want to be here anymore.

I’ve had a lot of people ask about my experience with endometriosis. Here’s a summary of my past 9 months.