As an INFJ and HSP as well as a Christian with a fair amount of discernment, I often feel misunderstood and too much for some people while simultaneously being not good enough for others. In light of recent events and conversations, below are some of my thoughts on singleness and uninformed perspectives. I know what … Continue reading Single Manifesto.
As a dog returns to its vomit, so a fool repeats his foolishness. - Proverbs 26:11 My sweet dog, Papa, got sick early yesterday morning at 4 am. Despite his generally iron stomach, he likes to eat inedible things and then discovers they don't digest. In my blurry-eyed stupor, I had to fight my own … Continue reading Like a dog.
I have been struggling for weeks to give words. Spoken words are always hard for me. Written words are not usually so. But I haven't had much of either to draw from in recent weeks. I've been sick. I had my BIG doctor's appointment that I thought would give me answers and only left me … Continue reading Where I am.
Warning: This post is about some pretty gritty stuff. Don't continue reading if that makes you uncomfortable. I was reading an article the other day about how men and women in the military physically handle the finer points of hygiene in ground combat. (Yeah, I read a lot of things and have no idea how … Continue reading Hypocrite.
I have recently begun the application and interview process for doctoral programs and, with that, am having to answer questions about my dissertation research. I have had a thought rattling around for years about researching the weight of Christ-given identity in college-age women in the church and how the lack of ownership of that identity … Continue reading Little girls.
I have been thinking lately about what I would do if I stopped doing what I do now. Higher education is life-giving in so many ways...and allows theft of life in others. I am not at a place where I want to stop; I have simply been wondering what I would do instead if given … Continue reading RSVP.
It is the thing I don't talk about much. How it all started. I can wax poetic on the need for us all to be a little more vulnerable and break the stigma of mental health and shed light on our hurting places so we can experience healing individually and collectively. I am honest about … Continue reading What the locusts have eaten.