Resistance is My Stance of Hope

Some people call it deconstructing or unsettling. I feel like I’m just trying to sort stuff out. I was raised in the church. I went to Sunday School, Girls’ Club, Youth Group and Church Camp. I was taught all the stories, memorized all the bible verses and could hold my own in a “sword” drill. […]

How Do We Hold Space for the Church AND Those Who Have Been Hurt by the Church?

How do we hold space for the Church and those who have been hurt by the Church at the same time? That question was posed to me recently. Yeah, no big deal. Simple answer. Whatever. Are you kidding me? This question is at the core of something I have been wrestling with for months. I […]

I Am A Well

When my husband and I were going through the pre-marital course at church about a million years ago, we had to sit through a series of outdated and awkward videos. There was one video, in particular, that we giggled all the way through. The elderly man in the video spent an hour comparing men and […]

I Carry All Their Stories In Me

My hands are his hands. They are the same shape as his and move like so – just like his did I marvel at the memory of this giant of a man, of this larger-than-life presence, of this proud and passionate man with these hands, these soft and gentle and determined hands. I carry him […]

When I Claim All of My Space

I’m a big gal. I’ve always been. I’ve not always loved this body, so I settled for ignoring it. I stopped thinking about my body. I stopped looking at it, feeling it, moving it, seeing it. I stopped living in my body and just lived through it–mostly, because I had no choice. I couldn’t get […]