SheLoves: Accept the Stillness

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In the busyness of the past month, I completely forgot to share an excerpt from my newest post over at SheLoves Magazine! I wrote about sleep training and what motherhood it has taught me about God (thus far). You can read the entire post by clicking here.

When I hear his soft cries over the monitor a few hours later, I know he’ll be unable to fall back asleep until I go to him. I

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So, A Pentecostal and A Presbyterian Walk Into A Bar…

Alternative title: So, I Have Some Thoughts About Church.
Or: It’s Good to Reflect On Our Faith.
Or: I Think Sarah Bessey Might Have Written a Book Just For Me.

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When I was six years old, I found God. Or rather, God found me.

I grew up Catholic, not in practice, necessarily, but definitely in name. The daughter of two immigrants, I was enrolled in Catholic school because religion was a tie to the … Read the rest

The post about *THE BIG SECRET*

I finally get to share my secret with you!!!! 
* excessive use of exclamation points due to a) giddy excitement and b) being up since 3:30 with my little which means c) alllll the coffee this morning
Are you ready?!?

On Monday, I got an email from the Editorial Manager at Mops International letting me know an article of mine has been selected to be published on their blog for their current theme, CHANGE.

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I am a dangerous-ish woman

A few months ago, I attended the Rise Up, Sister conference in Chilliwack, BC, Canada, which was hosted by the SheLoves team. I first got connected with these world-changing women a few years ago when their blog popped up on my newsfeed, and I ended up submitting a piece or two of my own. I quickly learned one of the most beautiful things about SheLoves is how they are able to build such a … Read the rest

SheLoves: Ruins to redemption

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Today, I’m posting over at SheLoves magazine, a global community of women who love Jesus and are committed to walking in his Way. Brokenness is a theme that weaves itself through so many of our narratives, and it’s easy to stay stuck in our grieving over it. Recently, though, I’ve been thinking: what might it look like if we chose to see our brokenness as a conduit to abundance instead? Click the link above Read the rest

The one where I make a big announcement (because it’s never too late to begin)

350 words. This is what being brave means for me this morning. 

After years of running away from the inevitable, I have finally started writing my book! For years, I’ve thought a lot about writing a memoir, but I always stopped short of beginning it, citing a litany of reasons (time, money, energy, inspiration) why I can’t. But today, I’m turning “I can’t” into “I will.”

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Sometimes I think it hurts to remind you that it happened

My mother’s father was a short, stubborn Scotsman with eyes so icy-blue they’d make you think of glaciers, or perhaps maybe the moon. His name was James. To most, he was Jimmy. To me, he was Papa.

Whenever I reflect on my childhood–long, harrowing years of growing up in chaos, the daughter of two addicts–Papa is the only constant I can remember. He picked me up from school when my parents were late. … Read the rest

Inhabiting the heaviness

Once upon a time, I lived in Liberia. For almost five years, actually. It was one of the hardest seasons of my life, but I kept going back, kept choosing to say yes. I felt a burden: for the country, for its beautiful people, for the incredible kids I got to work with, many of whom became daughters and sons of my heart. And then one day, I left. In part because the burden became … Read the rest

Lost and found

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I first wrote this post back in 2013 and have updated it over the years. There are so many women whose stories I am drawn to in the scriptures, but one I continually find my way back to is that of Ruth. I hope as you read these words and explore her story, you will find hope, as I have. What has been lost will be found. I know some of us may not believe … Read the rest

Mental illness and the God with skin on

I remember the night I realized something was wrong.

The house was quiet, both my husband and my son sleeping deeply. It was about 4:30 am, and I was shaking in bed, crying hysterically into my pillow. I’d been tossing and turning for almost six hours and hadn’t been able to sleep because I couldn’t turn my brain off, even though I was thoroughly, way-down-in-my-bones exhausted. I woke my husband up, and he simply … Read the rest