After a recent surgery forced me into stillness, I started noticing how hard it is for me to rest—really rest—without feeling guilty. I realized just how deeply I’ve tied my worth to my productivity. This post is about unlearning the old scripts, reckoning with what I inherited, and slowly learning a new way to be.
When faith no longer fits the mold you were given, it can be both freeing and disorienting. In this reflection, I share a friend’s story of reimagining womanhood, work, and faith after leaving behind a version of church that no longer aligned. It’s a story of grief, growth, and rediscovering purpose—and an invitation to ask: What needs reshaping in your own life?
When leadership was missing, I learned to step in—not because I had all the answers, but because I cared about community. These reflections aren’t about achievement; they’re about discovering our own power to act, especially when the world feels heavy. What’s one small thing you could do this week to bring people together?
I used to believe my past had disqualified me.
That I was damaged goods.
Then someone looked me in the eye and said,
“Everything in your past has led you to the person you are right now. And it doesn’t change how I see you.”
Those words changed everything.
If you’re feeling lost, ashamed, or like you’ve gone too far to come back—this is for you.
✨ You are who you are becoming. ✨
Church leaders have impacted my faith in big ways over the years—for better or worse. Some interactions left me wondering why bother with church at all, while others convinced me of the necessity of a faith community. As God’s representatives, sometimes they failed miserably but other times they helped me feel and believe in the unconditional love God has for us.
