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I had a conversation recently with a new friend about how easy it is to rationalize relationships.

As we shared past relationship stories, it was evident (in retrospect, of course) that we had convinced ourselves to remain in unhealthy or stagnant relationships for far too long. As I told random stories about things that had happened or things that I had done, there was always a feeling of embarrassment that lingered and the desire to hit myself in the head, ‘What was I thinking?!‘ Who stays in a relationship when this happens, or that happens?

We can talk all day long about the things we could have done differently, or the regrets that we have… but, it doesn’t really change what was. I think some of the best things we can do is learn from our mistakes in the past and be aware of the tendencies that we have to make similar ones in the future. Honestly, as much as I’ve done stupid things and not always been in the best relationships, I don’t regret them. I think there was much growth as I discovered tons about myself, myself in relationships and the Lord in regard to relationships.

But…
that doesn’t mean I want to do it all over again.

So- if you’re in the middle of a dating relationship and you’re wondering if and when it’s time to pull out, I’d encourage you to really check yourself to see if you’re rationalizing the relationship. This may actually require a third party (ideally someone whom you trust and respect and who will be honest with you…and not too biased).

Be aware of your tendencies to do the following:

• Be the hero. Often times we develop a hero complex and we want to ‘save’ those we are in a relationship with. This causes us to think that if we ever end the relationship, the other person will immediately start going down the ‘wrong’ path. It’s in this moment that you must recognize that you are not the savior, you can’t fix them, it’s not your responsibility. If they’re only on the ‘right’ path because of you, that’s something to be aware of and it may behoove both of you to end the relationship (despite how it feels). 
• People-Pleaser. Sometimes it just sucks to hurt people’s feelings… especially if they haven’t done anything wrong and they’ve actually been a really great person to be in a relationship with. This doesn’t mean you should stay in the relationship, especially if you’re not feeling it and if you’re completely checked out. This is hard because you don’t feel like you have any real reason to not want to be with them and so you try to convince yourself of the million reasons why you should stay. I’ve kind of decided that if I have to convince myself to want to date someone, I shouldn’t be dating them. 
• Be the victim. It’s easy to think that we don’t deserve anything, and so we allow ourselves to exist in relationships where we are treated like crap. It’s okay though, because at least someone wants to be with us, right? Wrong. If you’re in a relationship that is harmful for you (physically, verbally, emotionally, etc.) you need to get out. This isn’t your last shot with someone, and the sooner you get out, the better. I firmly believe that the Lord longs for good in this area of our lives…someone who will cherish you, honor you, love you, and gently remind you of Him in all ways (even in the ways that you feel foolish admitting that you need). 

The comment:

What do you do when you have been hurt by someone, say you have told God in your heart that you forgive this person and have said the same to the person. I thought I had forgiven, but then thought it was important to pray for the person as God asks us to pray for those who have wronged us. The problem is that as much as I want to pray for this person as its the right Christian thing to do, I can’t very easily bring myself to do it. Mainly for the simple fact that this is the person who hurt me and a part of me doesn’t want to see anything wonderful happen to this person while I’m still sulking in my pain. I feel bad because part of me feels like I won’t be able to say I’ve fully forgiven until I can honestly wish and pray great things for this person. Am I the only one who struggles with this? I still care but am still very much hurting.

I hear you.
I’ve been here. Sometimes I still feel like I’m here. Hurt and wanting justice for the wrongs done to me. And, even if I’m not wanting bad stuff to happen to those who have hurt me, it doesn’t necessarily mean that I want good for them. In these moments I feel like I haven’t really forgiven them at all…

I kind of think it’s bogus though. As much as I’d love for us to forgive once and have that be the end of the story, I think it’s going to be something that we have to fight for. Sometimes the fight is daily, depending on the crime. Just because we don’t always feel like we want lollipops and sunshine for those who have hurt us, it doesn’t mean that we haven’t forgiven them.

I’m not convinced forgiveness is a feeling, despite what the dictionary says.  In fact, I think this is something the enemy can jack with us about. We get all emotional and feel okay with someone in a moment and so we think we’ve truly forgiven them. A few days (or seconds or hours) later we are reminded of something and suddenly we’re ticked again… there goes the forgiveness we thought we had granted. We begin to beat ourselves up over the fact that we haven’t forgiven them at all and then we exist in guilt and shame for our inability to forgive like Christ forgives us.

I kind of think that a large part of why we are asked to pray for those who have hurt us or wronged us is for transformation to happen in our own heart. That when we are willing to sit down and spend time surrendering this bitterness in our hearts, light begins to infiltrate the darkness within us. That when we take time to consider the state of where the other person is or where they have come from, understanding begins to unfold. And while we still may be extremely hurt by their actions, we may be able to empathize with them when we remember that they are human, too. That, like us, they are sinners. We remember that the same grace that has been extended to us has also been given to them.

I guess all I’m trying to say is that most of the time we’re probably not going to have these awesome feelings about the people who have hurt us. This is where, regardless of how we feel, we have to be people who walk in obedience. Forgiving. Praying for your ‘enemies’. And, in these moments, I truly think transformation happens. Because when we are willing to pray for them, we’re essentially inviting the Lord to move in this broken part of our hearts. Restoration is easier to come by when we are open to allowing it to happen.

Regardless of how you feel toward the people that have hurt you, I think it’s vital to make it a point to pray for them. And don’t be afraid to be honest when you pray. I think the Lord can handle it. I imagine some of my prayers have been pretty brutal: ‘Father, I don’t even care about this person right now and I don’t want good for them… but you’ve asked me to pray for them and so I will. I don’t even know what to pray for…‘ and eventually, the words come and true meaning comes from them. I find myself praying that they would know Him, truly know Him. That they would be walking faithfully in that. It’s not even that I’m praying that they would get everything their heart desires…but I’m praying that they, too, would have a heart that longs to know Jesus and be obedient to Him, that they would truly learn to live a life of surrender. In the end, it’s not too different from prayers I pray for myself. And you just do it. Even when you don’t want it. Even when you aren’t feeling all chummy toward them. Don’t allow yourself to get lost in the emotions of what you think forgiveness should feel like. Just do it.

Because, at the end of the day, they matter.
Whatever wrongs they’ve committed against you, they aren’t big enough for you condemn their soul to hell when you, yourself, are also a sinner, a thief, a betrayer, an abandoner, an adulterer, a idolator, a pharisee, a liar…

Forgive as you have been forgiven.
There’s no other alternative.
And then, as you forgive… rejoice!…for you are truly exemplifying the Gospel, and that is the most beautiful, the most important thing.

I sometimes feel foolish when I tell people that I want to write. 

The comment:

What do you do when your spiritual world comes crashing down on you, and you’re not even sure all the things you’ve believed about God are even true. Everyone else carries on like everything’s normal and nothing’s happening (cause it’s not for them). It’s awkward to talk about it. You don’t feel like people will understand. You sometimes get silly, cliche answers that don’t help at all. The answers you at one time might have given. But this is something so much deeper. 

Can we just acknowledge that sometimes things do come crashing down around us spiritually and we feel lost, and thats.. maybe even OKAY. Not to sin. Not to turn from God. But it’s okay to be real about where you’re at and it’s ok to be there, and to wrestle, and to not settle for easy answers. It’s okay to be an “bad” or “weak” Christian, if that is what we are.

Yes.
I think we can acknowledge that. Mostly I think we just need to strip away any adjectives that we tend to place in front of Christianity that make us feel like we’re on a higher or lower playing field with other believers and the Lord…but that’s kind of a tangent I’ll avoid going on for now.

You’re right. It is a little awkward to tell other people that you’re struggling with fully believing…because, there’s not a whole lot they can say to help. It’s easy to rattle off a lot of verses and wonderful cliches that we keep stored on the tip of our tongues, but when we’re in the midst of questioning those very things it doesn’t seem realistic that they would be the things to draw us back into  fully believing.

I think one of the best things someone told me when I was doubting was that it was okay. They didn’t try to ‘sway’ me back to believing, or tell me things I already knew (which is often another annoying part about telling people things like this)… but they actually pushed me to look at others who have doubted before me. They pushed me back toward Scripture. They reminded me that I was not the first to ever doubt God’s existence, His plan, His goodness, His love, His faithfulness, His ability to save, heal and redeem. I was not the ‘worst’ Christian around. There was hope in that for me…because beyond wrestling through these hard issues, I didn’t feel as alone in it.

If you’ve read much of my blog, you know I’m a doubter…so your comments resonate a lot with me and my own experiences. There is a distance that’s often created between ourselves and the Lord (and then naturally other believers), as we process through these things to try and figure out what we believe. In the midst of feeling like a foreigner to the cliches and the truths that flow from their mouths, it’s easy to feel misunderstood and then immediately not cared about. I don’t think we can blame them though.

I think one of the best things we can do in these moments of doubt, in these moments of wrestling, in these moments where we feel a bit lost…. is to press further in. What does that mean? I think that obedience is really key here…and I think pressing further into what He has commanded of us becomes the thing that carries us. And sometimes when we don’t feel like we can love God, we desperately seek to love others (and through our love for others, we are actually loving God…it’s a viscous cycle). We do things that take us outside of ourselves and our over-analytical brains and in the moments when we are serving others, when we are considering them better than ourselves, when we are not so focused on trying to figure out what we believe…I think those are the moments when God reveals Himself to us.

It’s a shifting of focus off of ourselves, and diving straight to the heart of the Gospel. I think when we do that, it makes sense… and the fullness of what we say we believe, what we want to believe…it becomes what we actually believe.

I realize I’m a little all over the place…
But, I give it a resounding yes– it’s okay to admit where we truly are at, even if that means we are doubting, feeling lost, or feeling like our whole spiritual world is crashing down around us. But no– it’s not okay to dwell there and let it become something that’s defining. And it’s not okay for us to avoid talking to people about where we’re at just because it’s awkward or uncomfortable or we’re scared they won’t understand us. You might be surprised.

I guess for me, at the end of the day, the most reassuring thing is that God is faithful. Even in the most intense times of doubt and denial, He has continually beckoned me back. And, as cliche as it sounds…it’s also true.

You’re not alone in this.
Press further in. There is something so much deeper.
Seek to find it…and don’t settle until you do.

Sometimes I don’t know how to plunge into The Deeper.

I feel like I’m often tinkering around on the edge of the pool of life, dipping my toe in every so often…delighted by the sensation of how the water affects parts of me, but unable to grasp the fullness of what it would (or could) look like and feel like to take the plunge.

It’s not that I don’t want to.
It’s just that I don’t know how.

It’s like I’m aware that a deeper exists, I just don’t know how to get there. And, if we’re being honest, there are probably times when I’m quite content on the outskirts of the pool because I’m not fully sure of what the plunge might require of me.

Too often I’m scared of the unknown, especially within the spiritual realm.
It’s easy to love the God that I’ve grown up ‘knowing’, but what happens when He does things outside of what I’m used to? What happens when His moving in others looks radically different than what I’ve ever witnessed before?

It’s easy for me to snap to quick judgements and defy that it could ever be God doing those things, moving those people in those ways… but what if my comfort level didn’t dictate what God can and can’t do? What if I allowed God to be bigger than what I’ve always known? What if I embraced the fullness of who He is? And what if that looks different than what I’m always comfortable with?

I want to go beyond what I know and step into what is true, even if it means stretching the box that I’ve put God into. I think I have to. Because as much as I’m content dabbling around the pool and sticking my toe in when I feel ‘ready’, I think there’s something greater to dive into. Something more powerful, more mysterious, more unexplainable….and while that’s terrifying, I’m convinced it must be better.

I guess I hope that in addition to all the newness in my physical life, that there would be newness in my spiritual life. That my heart would be open to God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit moving in ways that are true and good. That may look different from what I’ve known, but I pray that I would be stepping into a fuller, deeper view of who God really is and what He is calling me to. I realize I may be in a perfect place for that as I’m entering into a season of learning and meeting tons of people from tons of backgrounds.

I hope you’ll pray for an open-mindedness with me. I hope you’ll seek out truth for yourself, that you would long to take a plunge into The Deeper…even if you’re not entirely sure how or what that even means. May we be a people who continually long to know our Savior more intimately, despite how uncomfortable it may make us at times. May we be a people who long for others to know the fullness of who He is and what He has done for us.

I don’t exactly know how to get into The Deeper, and I’m not actually convinced that I can get there on my own…but my plea is that I’d be open to knowing Jesus and everything that entails. I’m trusting that He’ll take me there when it’s time.

A journey.
More learning and growing…
It is good.
It is necessary, no matter how painful and uncomfortable it may be.

May we catch more glimpses of the Lord’s glory here on earth as we willingly open ourselves to The Deeper.

Men cry.

I’m not sure if you knew that… but, they do. And sometimes, when they cry, it’s okay. I used to not always allow such grace. In my head, crying was quite symbolic of weakness and I didn’t like the idea of ‘weak’ men. Remember how I like strong, manly men?

But, they cry. Just like I cry.
Note to Debbie: crying isn’t reserved for females.

I think one of the other reasons I wasn’t too keen on men crying was that I hadn’t seen it much when I was growing up. It was an uncomfortable site to see because when a man cries it’s usually that something is really wrong…and we’re usually pretty bad creatures at responding well to others in crisis (or maybe that’s just me). To this day I can only think of a couple instances that I’ve seen my dad cry…the most vivid is when one of my brothers was being wheeled away into open heart surgery.

Men don’t typically cry at the same things women do, nor at the frequency we do. But there’s a strange beauty in allowing them to cry when they need to. Unfortunately, I’ve often been a forbidder of the male tears. One guy I dated felt no freedom to show this part of himself because he knew I thought of it as a weakness…and, as a result, I then was never allowed into this part of his heart. I don’t blame him. I had shut the door before he had even invited me in by making blanket statements about how men shouldn’t cry…or, how unattractive it was when they did.

I regret this. I truly do.
Here’s something you should know about me and movies: I don’t cry during them. At this point it’s probably a source of pride, but regardless of how emotional a movie can be, I do whatever it takes to keep tears from rolling down my cheeks. I think the only times I’ve even considered allowing this ‘rule’ to be broken have been when I’ve seen men cry. Weep. Mourn. Embrace each other as they experience loss and heartache and true tragedy.

I think what gets me about scenes like this is that they portray humility. A letting go of walls and defenses, a moment of truly feeling, an ability to not care about maintaining a ‘manly’ exterior and just existing in the emotion that seizes the entire body. There’s something beautiful about it. There’s something raw and deep and necessary about it.

As I’ve been writing this, I recognize that Jesus wept. More than once. It’s hard to imagine what that might have been like to witness, and the emotions that might have accompanied such a visual.

But, I think it opens us up to something important about the men in our lives…and the nature of humans. I think there’s something necessary to letting ourselves (whether we are men or women) fully embrace what it means to mourn, what it means to weep, what it means to release and allow the tears and the sobs to flow. To let go of having to ‘be’ a certain way and exist in the moments where we aren’t always trying to swallow back tears because we are mortified of what others might think of us.

Women, I hope you’ll let men cry when they need to without thinking of them as weak. I hope you’ll let them be sensitive and in touch with their emotions. I hope we can recognize that it’s good and necessary and value the strength that it takes to allow the tears than the cowardice that comes when they are held back.  And men, I hope you feel the freedom to cry without it taking away from your ‘manliness’. That you would be able to bring us women into these places of your heart and soul, that you would let us mourn with you when it’s necessary and good.

To sit and to cry together.
No words are needed.
The sorrow may last for the night… and may we then also embrace the fullness of joy that comes in the morning.

Men cry.
And it’s good.
Even when I don’t always know what to do with it… I’m thankful for it.
Be raw, men. No need to hide. You are strong, even in the tears.

I sometimes like to ask my guy friends what I should write about on this blog. As this is a site geared toward women (although I recognize that a surprising number of men read it, which I love…), I am always looking for male perspectives on things that us girls seem to be ignorant of.

Most recently, the comment (from a man) to all the ladies was a, ‘Don’t suck at communication’.

After probing a little more, this turned into a, ‘You’ve probably written a blog on girls thinking that guys can read minds, right?’ And while my answer to that question is probably a yes, it never hurts to remind ourselves of this little truth.

In this particular instance, the story goes a little something like this:
Guy and girl meet and become friends. Guy and girl are great friends who enjoy each other’s company immensely. Guy realizes he has feelings for the girl (okay, he may have had feelings the whole time…but that’s another blog for you gentlemen) and decides he ought to let the girl know where he’s at. Guy tells girl that he likes her. Girl doesn’t say much of anything, but starts changing the way she treats her guy friend completely.

Maybe you’re familiar with this story. Maybe you’re even a character in this story…?

One of my college roommates and I always used to say that if a guy ever asked for our phone number that we would give it to him. I can still hear her say, ‘If he’s got the balls to ask, I’m going to at least give him my number’. I never got the chance to back her in that, but she certainly had a guy ask for her number and then even obliged him with a first date. I loved her desire to honor the risk, to award a guy for mustering up the courage to ask her out.

But, seriously ladies…
If he has the balls to tell you that he likes you, don’t you think you could at least respect him enough to actually tell him how you feel instead of assuming that he’s going to know exactly what’s going on in that crazy head of yours? Because, believe it or not, sometimes women back off for reasons other than not being interested. Sometimes we just get freaked out, sometimes we have commitment issues, sometimes we just don’t know how we feel… but don’t you think he deserves for you to have an honest, open dialogue about where you’re at (even if you’re just not interested)? Don’t you think he wants to have that conversation with you?

Putting yourself out there is risky, and as much as us women complain about men not stepping up and telling us if they like us or not, it seems we ought to respond in an honest, forthright way when they do. Living up to the very same thing we expect (and hope for) in the male counterpart. There’s no room for a double standard here.

And yes, I know that sometimes you are probably trying to preserve his feelings and you feel ‘too harsh’ telling him that you’re not interested and so you’re just hoping he catches on to your shorter emails, delayed text messages, unanswered phone calls and avoidance of hanging out with just the two of you…. but, I mostly just think that when we respond to men this way (especially men that we’ve been calling a friend), that we are just cowards. Selfish cowards. Probably (honestly) thinking more about how uncomfortable we are going to feel instead of valuing their hearts and their desire for honest and open communication.

Just think about it.
Think about what you would want if you were in their shoes.
Sometimes I think we think it’s our responsibility to keep their hearts intact, but I often think we do them much more of a disservice when we don’t clearly communicate what we are thinking/feeling.

Despite what you may think, they can’t read our minds (nor do we want them to). Don’t expect them to. And don’t expect them to accurately read your actions, either.

If you’re a character in this story, I hope you’ll make efforts to openly communicate with the guy who has put himself out there for you. He thought you were worth it. I hope you think he’s worth an honest (and maybe hard, but kind) conversation about where your heart is at concerning him.

And men? Thanks for putting yourself out there, even when us women respond like crazies from time to time. I hope you’ll keep doing it. I hope you’ll keep taking risks for us. Know that my inbox is always open for blog topics from you, too.

I remember being pretty antsy when my senior year of college rolled around.

I only had a few months to snag a boyfriend if I was hoping to finish up my MRS degree in time for graduation. That was always the plan, right? Graduate high school, go to college, graduate from college and then get married… the rest I could figure out with my husband.

Life didn’t really work out that way, though. It’s been over six years and I still get these anxious thoughts about needing to have a boyfriend so I can get married by these weird deadlines I’ve created for myself in my head. It didn’t help when all my single friends eventually got boyfriends, fiances and then husbands.

But…the thing is…
I’ve loved my life.
I wouldn’t change the way it’s gone down (if anything, I’d change the amount of time I’ve spent caring/worrying about being single). I talk to a lot of girls in their early twenties who are still single and in a lot of despair about never getting married, and I can’t help but think, ‘You’ve got so much time…and you’ve got so much time to do incredible things!’

Yes, marriage is a beautiful blessing and I’m looking forward to when it’s that time for me, but I don’t want to wish away the moments that I have now and the opportunities that I have now. Opportunities that I have because I’m not married.

So this post is for all the single ladies…especially all you ladies who feel discouraged about your singleness. Seize it. Live in it. Enjoy it. Take advantage of the time that you have, the freedom that you have, the ability that you have to do what you feel called to do without having to consider how a husband or family might affect that. Don’t alter the things you think the Lord is asking you to do because you’re scared that you couldn’t possibly meet the man of your dreams while doing it. Go! Do it! You just might meet someone when you least expect it…and even if you don’t, it shouldn’t be the priority in your life.

Would you trust that the Lord will be good and faithful to you in your desire for a companion? Would you trust that you don’t have to make it happen? Would you trust that you can truly surrender this part of your life and live abundantly in the greater calling He has for you right now?

Gosh, I know it’s easier said than done… but I earnestly yearn for this to not be a thing that drags you down or discourages you. There’s so much freedom and goodness to be found in your singleness.

If there’s something in your life that you know the Lord is calling you to but you’ve been hesitating because of the possibility of something working out with a guy…? I urge you to be obedient. If there’s something in your life that you know the Lord is calling you to but you’ve been ignoring because you think you’ll never meet someone in India or at that new job or volunteering for that organization…? I urge you to be obedient.

Don’t miss out on the greater thing for your life because you’re crippled by the fear of being alone. Don’t miss out on impacting the Kingdom eternally because you’re too focused on the temporary. Don’t miss out on the opportunities, on the experiences, on the people who the Lord is asking you to love because you are consumed by the ‘what-ifs’.

Go.
Be single.
Embrace this time…because you probably won’t have it forever.
Make waves in the Kingdom because of your willingness to go forth into whatever He is calling you to, single or not. Be willing to set aside your own plans for your life and live in the fullness, in the better, that He has for you.

I promise it’s awesome.
I wouldn’t change a thing.

Live a life of no regret, eh?

Have you ever been so overwhelmed by the way someone has given to you? And given, and given, and given… without asking for anything in return?

I have.
And in the midst of being overwhelmed, I’ve been steadily shown how hard it is for me to receive. To receive something from someone with no way to pay them back, with no real way to show them how thankful you actually are?

It’s emotionally unbearable. It’s brought me to tears every time I talk about it. I’ll probably cry at some point while I write this post.

I recently had a friend overwhelm me with kindness. It was a kindness I didn’t deserve, and yet, all I could do was receive it. No money could repay my debt…no words, no act, no anything. And so I stood, and I received…and recognized how I was experiencing the Gospel. The Lord used my friend to remind me of His kindness when I am so undeserving of it, His faithfulness when I seem unable to offer my own in return, His grace when I am in desperate need of it, His love when I am fearful of it.

I want to overwhelm someone with kindness.
I want to be someone who gives and gives and gives…and asks (and expects) nothing in return. I want to be that kind of friend. I want to be that kind of roommate. I want to be that kind of daughter, that kind of sister, that kind of co-worker, that kind of mentor. And, simultaneously, I know I need to be someone who is able to also receive it.

For as hard as it was for me to receive gift upon gift from a friend, I’ve realized how this paralleled my struggle to receive from the Father. The moments when I’m overwhelmed by His grace and mercy and love pouring out over my life are the moments when I feel the desperate need to somehow repay my debt. And then I come crashing to a halt where I realize I can do nothing…and I fall on my face, no words able to communicate how truly grateful I am. It’s one of the most humbling things I can think of.

Our debt has not only been paid, but we serve a God who continually lavishes goodness upon us. A God who gives and gives and gives. And even when we don’t always feel like it, and even when we feel forgotten and abandoned in the midst of various circumstances…the storm clears, and we see, yet again, Christ’s faithfulness throughout it all. We see the way He provided for us, the way He brought us into an even better that we never thought possible.

I pray that you remember that…and I pray that you can receive that, even in the times where God might feel far from you. I pray that He would bring someone into your life to remind you tangibly of what it means to receive when you feel most undeserving of someone else’s kindness. I pray that He would heap goodness upon you.

And I pray that we also might be people who simply overwhelm others with kindness. That we would go out of our way, that we would sacrifice, that we would live selflessly… because we believe that other people matter more than ourselves.

Wouldn’t that be beautiful?
I think so, too.

I’m thankful for overwhelming kindness.
It’s life-changing.

It’s been about a year.

I remember pretty vividly the moment I realized I needed to start this blog. At the time I felt quite inundated with girls asking for advice on various topics: boys, God, future, boys, God, future… In some form or fashion it probably always related back to their spiritual formation, and whether or not it had to do with school, jobs, money, boys, their past, sex, or straight up Jesus, God and the Holy Spirit, I felt under qualified to be giving any sort of advice. I mean, what do I know?

So, why not start a blog where I tell people what I think about things…?
Makes perfect sense, right?

I guess the moment struck me when I was talking with a girl face-to-face and she confided in me a story that she was ashamed to share with others. I found myself sharing part of my own story with her. ‘Don’t worry, friend… you’re not that crazy… listen to what I’ve done, and listen to the hope that I’ve found.’ I remember seeing relief in her eyes, an assurance that someone out there felt the same way as her, had even lived through it, and that there was light at the end of the tunnel. It wasn’t that I had all the answers, but that I was willing to admit that I, too, didn’t have it all together.

I wanted this to be a blog of honesty, of rawness, of struggling through life together as we admit how disheveled our own lives can be and the hope we have found in spite of that. There seemed to be safety in the anonymity of an online forum, as I’ve encouraged people to write in and share their own stories with every post. There was probably the hope of developing some sort of ‘Dear Debbie’ column (that has a nice ring to it, eh?) where people could write in and I could share my own thoughts and stories on whatever the subject at hand was.

The blog hasn’t exactly been what I envisioned it being initially, but I think that’s okay. There’s been a lot of internal stretching each time I sit down to write, filtering through the next topic I’ll bare my soul to the world wide web about. I’ve been encouraged and supported by many and, oftentimes, an unlikely person will admit their gratitude for the blog. It’s been a fun journey…despite how hard and uncomfortable it’s made me at times.

I suppose this post is just a thank you.
Thanks for encouraging me well and for sharing your life and heart with me as you journey and sift through hard things.

There may be some changes in the near future, and some hopes to launch even bigger things as I long to reach an even wider community. Hopefully you’ll also be willing to support me in that endeavor. Your feedback as I continue with this online dialogue is crucial, so please don’t to hesitate to let me know ways that I can better benefit you and serve you.

I think each time I post, there’s always a prayer that just one person takes something good from it, that just one person finds a bit of hope, that just one person sees Jesus more clearly… and even if it’s just one person, I pray that the Lord is ultimately glorified.

One year down.
Let’s keep growing together, learning together, fighting together.
It’s gonna be worth it all.