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It started as a normal day. I was helping a friend look for an apartment.

I’ve spent a lot of time wondering if I’m supposed to be pursued or if I’m just waiting around and calling it faith. I want to be chosen, noticed, and yes—pursued. But I also fear coming across too forward, too confident, or too casual...

But I’ve also been afraid of what this desire could turn into. I don’t want it to become an idol. I don’t want marriage to take up more space in my heart than God does.

Me looking at art This past week, I heard relationship news from two different friends. One friend got engaged, and my heart overflowed...

My brother in law carrying their bags so that my sister can carry my nephew Sometimes I sit with my journal open, pen in hand, and just...

Sometimes I catch myself wondering, “Wait… was he flirting with me?” The thought barely has time to land before I shut it down.

Have you ever watched a couple slow dance at a wedding and felt your heart ache a little? Or seen a friend get engaged and thought, "Wow, I wonder if I’ll ever have that too?"

But what if singleness isn’t a waiting room? What if it’s not just a pit stop on the way to real life? What if singleness is a God-given opportunity to live wholeheartedly for Him?

Does being a Christian female automatically mean you’re destined to become a Proverbs 31 woman?

I made a mistake. A mistake that I know a lot of us have been tempted to make.

You think, Finally, some Godly options!—until you read a little further.

We talk about everything: work, family, faith, even embarrassing dating stories. No secrets allowed in this little community we’ve built.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how my deep desire to get married might come across to guys.

Let’s be real for a second: flirting as a Christian woman can feel confusing.

Honestly, today I looked in the mirror and felt like I was losing this battle again.

I really, really want to get married. Like, without a doubt, without hesitation, without second-guessing — I know it’s a deep desire of my heart.

Most nights, it’s not just the quiet that gets to me — it’s the stuff I’m consuming without even thinking.

Ah singleness, at times, it feels like a blessing. Other times, it’s a downright emotional rollercoaster.