Letters of Resignation

The Season Before Her I knew it. I felt it. I sensed it. Based on everything leading up to that moment, I knew the breakup was coming. I wanted so badly to outrun it, to pretend we could somehow bend ourselves into alignment, but it felt inevitable. Two very different mindsets were trying to coexist…

Why This Series Exists… It was early on a Wednesday morning, the kind of morning when the world still feels half‑asleep. My church was hosting a prayer call every week at 6:30a.m., and in full transparency, I didn’t log in until 6:42. Don’t ask me why that oddly specific detail stuck with me, but it…