Her words landed on the lunch table with a thud. What began as an amicable catch-up about my adventures and learnings over the last few years quickly took a judgmental nosedive.

Grief. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it until recently. This quiet, lingering heaviness. This lonely, necessary sadness. Inviting me to slow down, surrender, and let it move through.

There will always be people who don’t understand your next right step. And, that’s okay. Surround yourself with the ones who cheer you on anyway.

I love how a place can change you. Strike you with its magic, shift your perspective, and even bless you on your journey…

No one really talks about the kind of fear that grips you right before you know you’re about to hit the jackpot.

Portland feels like a wormhole into another dimension where time both stands still and zooms forward into an alternative existence where anything Portlanders say goes.

Seeds are brave. They have the courage to be buried in darkness, busted open, and completely transformed into something new.

Breakthrough feels so good after a very long and confusing six months. As much as I ultimately believe that we co-create our lives with God, there are some outcomes that feel mysteriously destined.

I came to the beach one day last week to de-stress. I had been mercilessly hard on myself the day before and was worn out from the toll that my negative self-talk had taken on my mind and heart.