I remember my voice shaking as I tried to speak the words aloud that had been spinning around my head for weeks. I was spending the day with a dear friend after several months of navigating deep church trauma, and I told her ahead of time that there was something I wanted to process with…

Last September, I woke up early several mornings to sit on my front porch and watch the sunrise.  This might not sound like an unusual thing to do, but I am *not* a morning person.  I like to start the very slow process of waking up after the sun is well in the sky, so…