Saying goodbye is never easy—especially when it means letting go of people and seasons you’ve come to love. But what if goodbyes are God’s way of making space for new beginnings?

Home. How exactly do you define a complicated term that evokes comfort and belonging for some, carries baggage for others, and for most of us, a longing for something just beyond our reach (Ecc. 3:11). Who or what or where is your home?

I’ve moved seven times in just fifteen years, and as I’ve pondered and prayed through each new home, I’ve come to define home as the feeling of being deeply known by others and knowing them in return.

I’ve wrestled with showing up imperfectly. Two years ago I created a website … and told no one. Why? Because I didn’t want to manage the fear of disappointing anyone.

But God doesn’t need perfection. He invites obedience and joyful collaboration with him. This blog is my offering to do just that: to point to Jesus in the real, messy, beautiful middle of it all.