So much of life happens while you’re convinced nothing particularly important is happening at all. The days can feel ordinary and repetitive, and then twenty years pass. You drive by an old house, look at a tree that used to be three feet tall, or sit across from your grown children at breakfast, and suddenly you realize just how much life was happening during all those days that felt like nothing was happening at all.
Faith has never meant believing that life will be easy or that every prayer will be answered the way I hope. For me, it has been something quieter: a relationship with an all-loving God, somewhere to bring what I cannot control, and a reminder to keep choosing love, grace, and compassion as I find my way through this life.
I spent so much of my life believing there were things nobody could know. Somewhere along the way, though, “I have things I need to hide” became “I am someone who needs to be hidden.”
I have worked incredibly hard to become a woman who feels safe being herself. What I am realizing now is that feeling safe with myself and feeling safe enough to be fully known by someone else are two very different things. Maybe healing this next layer is learning that I can be seen without abandoning the person I fought so hard to become.
You may never know where one small choice will lead, but staying still is a choice too. This article is featured on Substack, Medium, and my Hellbloom Haven blog Maybe You Don’t Need Another Sign I am a huge believer in signs. I look for them everywhere. Animals crossing my path at just the right…
Sometimes returning to what’s familiar isn’t going backward. Sometimes it’s how we find enough safety to move forward again. This post is featured on Substack, Medium, and my Hellbloom Haven blog. I haven’t posted much over the last ten days or so. Life has felt a little overwhelming lately. There are so many things coming…
Sometimes healing starts in darkness, so you can finally see the stars.
Because for so many years, I really didn’t think I would be here to see it. This article is also featured on my Substack Content Note: This article discusses depression, childhood trauma, sexual abuse, suicidal thoughts, and suicide. Please take care of yourself while reading and step away if you need to. September is Suicide…
Sometimes life doesn’t clear a beautiful path for you before asking you to move forward. Sometimes you’re healing while still dealing with the things that hurt, building while things are falling apart, and making decisions without knowing whether they’re the right ones. Somewhere along the way, I realized I don’t want to be the person standing in front of you with all the answers. I want to be the person who reminds you that even in the dark, you’re still capable of finding your own way.
Maybe that’s what faith really looks like. Not knowing exactly where the river leads, but believing it’s okay to enjoy the journey anyway.
Why the people we seek for directions may be navigating a different landscape entirely Article also featured on Substack Does Anyone Actually Know What They’re Doing? This morning, during my usual morning reflection on life with my online friend, I found myself talking about how lost I feel right now. It is a feeling I…
