hi, sweet friend.

I used to think I wanted to change the world, but I’ve changed my mind. I’d much rather just change one heart. So, to you, sweet soul, this space is for you. No matter who you are, no matter where you’ve been, this space is for you. You matter here.

Hello, lovely

Hello, lovely


Hello, lovelies. First things first, welcome to my website! Imagine a handful of confetti coming through your screen as you read this, because that’s just how excited I am! On the other hand, cleaning up confetti is never much fun, so I’ll stick to the virtual kind for now.

This website is the product of many long hours, deleting and retyping words, extreme Googling (coding is not for the faint of heart), and a bazillion layouts because I’m borderline indecisive.

As many of you know, I used to have a blog called ‘Staying Grounded,’ one that I started five years ago. I’m continuing that on this website, and I’ve imported some of the past posts from there onto this blog.

In my logo, I’ve included three things that I envision for this virtual space. Grace. Vulnerability. Hot tea. This is why I chose those three:

Grace. It’s something that constantly befuddles me. I’m wonderstruck by grace, what it means, and how to attempt to express it. And then there was the ultimate grace: the sacrifice of the most Holy man to walk the earth. Forreal, it blows my mind. Trying to even come close to matching that level of grace is impossible, I know, but figuring out what grace can mean for us humans on earth can make me sit in wonder for hours.

Vulnerability. This is a tough one for me. I’m an introvert by nature, which makes opening myself up to virtual strangers a monumental task, some days. When I think of vulnerability, I think of Adam and Eve in the garden. I think we’re most vulnerable  when we are naked, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. The fact that A and E were unashamed of their nakedness in the beginning tells me that God created vulnerability for a reason. We can hide our bodies with clothes and our hearts with sarcasm, but I don’t think we should. It’s harder to be vulnerable. But when we’re vulnerable, others might feel comfortable enough to shed that protective shell, too.

Hot tea. Anyone who knows me even a little, knows that I’m a hot tea addict. Or, really, all tea—hot, cold, black, green—GIMME IT. Hot tea can wake me up, calm me down, satisfy a sugar craving, and be paired with a good book or a friend. For centuries, communities have believed in the healing power of tea, and I have to agree. In England, tea brought people together, of all ages, and it was a time to break from work in the afternoon and enjoy each other’s company. Don’t we call those ‘small groups’ now? I pray this space can become a virtual tea time.

Grace. Vulnerability. Hot tea.

And a whole lot of Jesus.

Such Grace, Such Strength

Such Grace, Such Strength

Something Old, Something New