Writing
Essays, observations, and writings about faith, doubt, leadership, and what it means to become the person you actually are.
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You drive to your spiritual community knowing, about four blocks out, that you will feel nothing when you arrive. A place where you used to feel, something no longer connects.…
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You know the version of yourself that shows up at 9 am. Composed. Decisive. Reasonably warm without being soft. The one who says the right things in difficult meetings, who…
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You already know something. And you have learned, over many years, to route that knowing through someone else before you act on it. For many spiritually serious adults, especially those…
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You find yourself mouthing words in a service you’ve attended for years, and somewhere behind your sternum, you notice you are speaking about someone you no longer quite recognize. The…
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You have not lost your faith. You have outgrown the container it was living in. And the hardest part is not the theological questions. It is sitting in a room…
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If you are the person everyone comes to for steadiness, for wisdom, for holding the room together, there is a question you almost certainly have not asked yourself in a…
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You have not lost your faith. You have outgrown the image of God you were given, and no one told you that was supposed to happen. For most spiritually serious…
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You answer the text at 9:47 p.m. with a “Yes” you do not mean, then set the phone face down and feel your jaw tighten before your mind can catch…
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You can sit in a room full of people you have prayed with for years and still feel like the only one who no longer knows what they’re doing. Nothing…
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Spiritual Submission and the Cost of Fragmentation He kept his hands folded too tightly in his lap, telling me how obedient he had been to God his whole life. From…
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Discerning Which Inner Voice to Trust You notice it first as noise. You are tired, or raw, or carrying something that has gone on too long, and inside, the volume…
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When Grief and Gratitude Meet in Dream Work Someone wakes from a dream and cannot stop crying. The room is still dark. The sheets are damp with sweat. They can…
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Emails answered, messages cleared, one more task squeezed into the edge of the day. On paper, you are responsive, diligent, even impressive. Inside, it feels like you are losing track…
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You notice it in strange places. In the middle of a lively conversation, you laugh on cue, say the right things, and still feel like you are watching yourself from…
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You keep saying yes while something in you quietly goes numb. You are tired in a way that sleep cannot touch, and when someone asks what you actually want, you…
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For many people, Christmas arrives with a strange mixture of beauty and weight. There may be moments of joy, warmth, or connection. And alongside them, there is often something heavier…
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Many people tell me their dreams feel different lately. More vivid. More persistent. More emotionally charged. They wake with an image or a feeling that stays with them long after…
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Jason felt torn. He had always intended for his business to be about more than profit alone. For Jason, a critical aspect of leadership was how his company could foster the…
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Anthony set his phone on the table. “I’m doing everything I’m supposed to,” he said. “Scripture, prayer lists, journaling. And somehow I feel further away.” I poured some tea into…
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“I think I’ve lost my sense of purpose,” Lena whispered. We gave the sentence a pause to settle. We sat for a while. Lena’s voice was thin at first, then…
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You’re together, and somehow lonely. The kitchen is dim and kind. Two phones sleep by the sink. The dishwasher hums, steady and impersonal. You trade updates: soccer pickup, a budget…
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As the cold light from your screen glows in the dark, pros and cons multiply, and your chest tightens like a fist. You choose, then un‑choose, and search for one…
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