Holiday Cards & Deep Thoughts

I sit in my dining room, surrounded by Christmas lights and decor, listening to holiday tunes while addressing this year’s holiday cards. I smile as different names pop up on my list and memories of my relationship with that person flood my mind. The scene is picturesque and my heart happy. I mentally double-check my … More Holiday Cards & Deep Thoughts

My Road

I’m on a journey like no other. It’s not the journey I would have chosen — wouldn’t even have made my Top 10, truth be told. Frankly, had anyone ever suggested to me two short years ago that THIS would be my path in life, I’d have probably vehemently shaken my head, while inwardly giving … More My Road

Steps and Necks

What kind of country do you want to live in? A free country, you say? How committed to that concept are you? Are you willing to vote against laws that uphold your own personal beliefs but would infringe on the rights of others? Are you willing to speak up on behalf of actual freedom, even … More Steps and Necks

And a Bag of Chips

I was a hyper Christian once. Let me explain. At the peak of my uber-Christianity, I was at the church building no less than four times per week, and was working on church stuff from home two or three of the other days. My typical week looked like this: Sunday morning Bible class and fellowship, … More And a Bag of Chips

Stranger in a Strange Land

For all of my life, I had self-labeled as a conservative Christian Republican. Turns out, God didn’t want me there. When He took me on this journey into the then-foreign-to-me LGBTQ world, He not only opened up my heart to those hurting people, but to ALL hurting people. Which suddenly made me not only a “bleeding heart” but embarrassed that I ever used the phrase “bleeding heart” in a negative way. Isn’t that a core tenant of Christianity? Compassion for others? For the poor? For foreigners (aka immigrants)? Widows? Orphans? Elderly? Sick? Jesus was the very embodiment of bleeding heart.  … More Stranger in a Strange Land

Color My World

When did we become so worried about what other people look like? What they do? I don’t mean if someone else is about to swallow a bottle of pills, or bomb a local event or the like (not taking these topics lightly, I assure you). I mean things that don’t really hurt anyone. Things like … More Color My World