“Our scars tell a story. They help us get to the truth, past our curated selves, showing us something much more beautiful. We learn from our stories. Our scars are a testimony”

I kind of stumbled into the gig of an author as I found a lack of theological depth in women’s studies and resources, writing out of the loneliness of a thinking woman in the church. Much of my writing speaks to why it matters to know the true God and what hinders our growth in this in our own church culture. It has gotten me into a good bit of trouble. The opportunities I’ve been given in speaking, podcasting, and writing in different venues as I explore what it means to be a disciple of Christ in his church have expanded my insight into the blessings of Christ and the challenges his people face. This matters to me. So I continue to write.

Other things about me: I am married, and after 26 years I still really love the guy. More than that, I still really like the guy. Our three kids are getting too old, but haven’t all flown the nest yet. I think they still like us too. I treasure family and good friends, love hiking, and a good bourbon, I eat too much cheese, definitely drink too much seltzer water, have watched a good share of Dateline episodes, and I fight sleep. It’s catching up with me.

Questions I’m Currently Exploring…

Do we see Christ in his church today?

How do we experience God?

Where can we share our stories?

Is there hope for the church?

Is there more to faith than knowing the “right” things?

Why does it seem we are more attracted to power than love?

Why is it so hard to see what is real?

Can we see Christ in the faces of one another?

What really matters?