Masks Make Relationships Impossible

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.

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What’s at the Top of Your Heart?

What’s at the Top of Your Heart?

Lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time struggling with the Lord in prayer—over my health, my work, my relationships, and the uncertainty that seems to follow all of us from time to time. This week, I’m reflecting on faith, Gethsemane, lost sheep, prodigal sons, and the reminder that God doesn’t wait for us to have everything figured out before He comes looking for us. Sometimes what's at the top of our heart is exactly what we need to bring to Him.

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Potential: The Ugliest Word

Potential: The Ugliest Word

Monday, A Midsummer Night’s Dream nearly got cancelled. By Friday, we had sold out every performance before opening night even happened. Somewhere between teenagers carrying scripts like emotional support blankets, Shakespearean chaos, audience laughter, and one very validating conversation with a parent, I found myself thinking a lot about trust, leadership, culture-building, and the curse of seeing what something could become. This one’s about all of that — told, appropriately, as a play in five acts.

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George Bailey was Onto Something

George Bailey was Onto Something

Somewhere between unanswered texts, sitting on bleachers at volleyball games, and wondering why spiritual growth always seems to come wrapped in suffering, I found myself asking a quiet but unsettling question: Does it matter that I’m here? This post is about feeling invisible in the spaces that matter most—at home, at work, in faith—and the reminder that our worth was never meant to be measured by how needed we are, but by how deeply we are loved.

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