5 years of choosing someone every day, and being chosen right back. 5 years of big decisions and making little changes.

There is easy worship, and then there is sanctified sacrifice. Something with a cost not so simple to give up. What's in your alabaster box?

I’m always left wondering: how did I let it get to this point? How did I wander long enough that his hand in my life seems so absent?

We are so good at showing up in our Sunday best that it sometimes leaves no room for people to feel comfortable bringing their Sunday worst.