Making friends as an adult is awkward, exhausting—plain hard. You can’t share a Barbie to bond, nor can you connect over mutual hate for the high school bully. The older you get, the more baggage you carry, the more reasons you’re hesitant to trust people. Needless to say, I can count on half a hand
There were different types of Old Testament offerings: burnt, tribute, sin, guilt, and peace. Each offering represented a different phase of heart, a different motivation for showing up, a different physical sacrifice. Personally, I’d always thought you showed up with your best lamb or ram for any
This is more than a boyfriend and girlfriend reality, and that’s where society, culture, our own circle has failed to let us in. Post-marriage, this battle still wages. Family and friends take on this season with uneasiness. No matter where we are, or what phase of life we finally reach, loneliness
Maybe it’s the “Free Brittany” craze going on—which, by the way, I am all for—or maybe it’s thanks to several people speaking out about poisonous relationships lately, but this idea of spiritual, deep-rooted toxicity won’t let up in my brain. (And if you aren’t sure what Brittany Spears has to do wi
Yesterday, Josh and I checked out the Colorado Wolf and Wildlife Center , this beautiful non-profit settled on a mountain at 8,000+ feet of elevation that operates as a sanctuary for wolves. We visited during the feeding hour, following a tour guide who introduced us to each wolf at the sanctuary.
I’m a reader, which likely doesn’t come as much of a shock. Yet, I’m super picky about not only my topics, but my authors. If I’m reading WWII fiction, I need an author who knows how to weave the perfect love triangle amidst the raging seas of a Pearl Harbor-bombed shoreline. If I’m reading a thri
“I think a newlywed blog could be a good starter post! And all the changes y’all have been through together in the first 3 years of marriage,” my dear friend Toto (Tori, Tori Jane, etc.) brainstormed. So, here we are. A starter post. A starter blog. The sort of thing that’s never been my thing bec