The Forgotten Sparrow

I can’t speak for anyone else, but these last few months, my relationship with the Lord has been rocky, to say the absolute least about it. This rockiness was entirely rooted in a consistent anxiousness and a near reliance on that anxiousness to assure me that I have some kind of control. Anxiety is an…

The Grass Isn’t Greener When There’s a Hand to Hold

I’ve noticed that, lately, a lot of the conversations I’ve had with other single women have taken to a similar tone—I like being single, but sometimes I just really don’t. And that’s fair, a little confusing, but fair—because I get it when people say that. I’ve been single for like 2 ½ years, and every…