Author: Heather (she/her/hers)

I often joke with my husband that I must really love him because he is the only thing in my life that doesn’t make me restless. But he knows that I actually half mean it. I am not a settler. I crave change, development, and potential in an unfinished project. Before we even moved into… Continue reading Holy Restlessness

This morning I dropped Carter off at daycare so I could write. I drove him there thinking I’d finally do a parenting blog post about how I’m stepping back with my kids and allowing them to feel more discomfort and boredom. I want to talk about that and plan on doing a post about that… Continue reading Ye of Little Faith

Having kids will change your perspective. It’s inevitable. How much they change your perspective and about what things will be unique to your own family, but the fact of the matter is, I don’t know a single parent who hasn’t looked at their child for the first time without thinking “I am forever changed”. I… Continue reading A broken freedom

I grew up caring about a lot. Maybe too much. Always the martyr, always the bleeding heart, always the rescuer. When my baby brother was in the doctor’s office as a newborn getting his first shots I valiantly kicked the nurse in the shin as retribution for making him cry. When I was seven, I… Continue reading Bleeding Hearts

Dear Church, It’s hard right now, isn’t it? Being the church and being called Christian right now is messy. We are caught in a web that looks and feels like the thousands of years of our history spun into something that wants so much to be good but is just missing the mark. I get… Continue reading Blessed are those who are persecuted…