Becoming kintsukuroi
We are more beautiful for being broken, but we are not alone. While we are dating, we are all searching the same box for our broken bits, at the same time. We can heal together, or by ourselves, but we have to make a choice.
Fasting is not just food
With dread, most LDS look toward the first Sunday of the month and start preparing their excuses for why they...
Christmas 2016: The birth of Christ, my rebirth of hope
I have been struggling for a week to write something. I have started a post on feminism, Christmas single struggles,...
As water is God’s love.
I have had many conversations about how do I choose who to love. If I claim to love God, would...
The metaphor of knocking on doors.
I realized, recently, that when I imagine the hall way of doors that we “knock” on to find the ones...
Our own, personal Gethsemane
I am going to be uniquely personal today and share something exceptionally difficult: I am deeply, eternally, in love. I...
Running towards God
.75 miles Fear: “Stop at 1 mile, this is too much.” Me: “We’ll see.” I like to run. I like...
The faith to build a boat
In December 2013 I had what I call my Conversion 3.0. I knew it would be difficult, for the adversary...
My missive on suffering
I am struggling. I have taken too many shots to the heart over the last several weeks and I want...
The toxicity of loneliness
We are single. We are alone. That, in itself, is not a bad thing, it is the loneliness that makes...