How’s Jesus Holding You Up?
Sometimes faith isn’t the absence of fear. Sometimes it’s what we choose to do while we’re still afraid. On a morning filled with dread, worry, and worst-case scenarios, I was reminded that I don’t have to silence every fear or figure out what happens next. I just have to keep returning—to scripture, to trust, and to the God who is already holding what I’m trying so desperately to carry.
Maybe I Don’t Want to Do This Anymore
Turning 49 has me asking questions I never thought I’d ask—about theatre, teaching, exhaustion, and the life I’ve become incredibly good at surviving. Maybe loving something doesn’t mean you have to keep giving everything you have to it. Maybe endurance isn’t always faithfulness. And maybe getting older means finally asking not how much more I can carry, but how much I actually want to.
When Fear Feels Like Wisdom
We hear it all the time: "Get out of your comfort zone."
But what if we've misunderstood what a comfort zone actually is?
What if the place we call "comfortable" is really just the place where fear has taught us to play it safe? And what if the life God is calling us to is waiting just beyond the fears we've mistaken for wisdom?
In this post, I explore a simple sentence from a friend that completely changed the way I think about courage, calling, and the quiet whispers that so often keep us from becoming who we were created to be.
The Gift of Doing Nothing
For as long as I can remember, summer has never really been a break. It was just another opportunity to work harder, prepare more, and stay busy enough to avoid sitting still. This year was different. After the hardest school year of my career, I did something I've never really allowed myself to do before: I stopped. What I discovered about rest, productivity, perfectionism, and even the opening chapters of Genesis changed the way I think about my work—and maybe even my worth.
Masks Make Relationships Impossible
How many masks do you wear?
Years ago, I saved an image of a person peeling away mask after mask until only a vulnerable human being remained underneath. When I recently came across it again, I realized why it had stayed with me all these years: I recognized myself in it.
In this reflection on identity, authenticity, accountability, and faith, I explore why we hide, what it costs us to keep performing, and the freedom that comes when we stop trying to manage everyone else's perception of us. Along the way, I wrestle with a difficult question: What if the goal isn't becoming someone new, but having the courage to let ourselves be fully seen?
Because maybe masks don't just hide us from one another.
Maybe masks make relationships impossible.