When I was a college student, my Anthropology professor said something that rubbed me the wrong way. "Religion is manmade." I think I was...

Fourteen years of family rhythm was hard to release in the valley, but my sweet tradition of attending church was not to be let go...

I sat there today, thinking about the hardships and how I couldn't smile in the midst of the toil. But, after some tears, I was able.

His deconversion broke me. But, in the breaking, I found myself again. Ever been so caught up in someone else's journey you didn't...

"You are handling it. Even if it doesn't feel good or you feel alone. You aren't alone and you are still praying. You haven't given up...

When my husband first told me he did not believe in God anymore, my fine-tuned judgmental heart refused to adjust according to his...

This was my heart back then, in blog form. My struggle. My effort to try and make sense, to pick myself up, and to confess my resistance....

This will be a unique series, sharing my valley notes on Tuesdays and what I learned on Thursdays.