Identity

Faith, for me, isn't what I thought it would be. It's smaller. Quieter. Less certainty and more company. Fewer answers and more presence. Some days I don't know what I believe. But I know I'm not alone in the not-knowing, and that turns out to be the part that…

I used to hope for gentler people. Now I try to be one. To listen without fixing. To speak without sharpening. To stay without needing anyone to become smaller for me. Let me be, on my best days, the kind of quiet someone else has been praying for.