
Why I Struggled To be Real in Church
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Church is supposed to be the place we feel secure and accepted. But the reality is often different. Many of us struggle to be ourselves in the church because we fear being judged.

Should I Stay If My Church Doesn’t Satisfy Me?
I belong to a small church which used to meet all of my preferences. But now, five years and many unforeseeable changes later, our numbers are dwindling.

Watching All Your Friends Get Married
I go to a lot of weddings. Like, a lot—five this summer, five last summer. I hang out with a lot of couples. And I write a lot about singleness. Go figure, right? My life, humorous to many, typically brings about a lot of questions.

How God Shattered My Boyfriend Standards
The guy ahead wasn’t much to look at. He was not tall, didn’t seem to give two hoots about his image or clothing, and seemed kind of boring. He was definitely not the type of guy that a girl falls for, I thought to myself.

Singles, Stop Waiting!
Being single is great. Singleness isn’t a consolation prize, a minor league or a pre-season game. I could go on and on about the benefits of being a single pringle . . . but I won’t. Because let’s be real here, sometimes, it also sucks.
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Contributor2016-11-14 14:15:042016-11-14 14:15:10The Day My Boyfriend and I Fought
When A Friend is Suspected of Rape and Murder
I was about to turn in for the night; it was almost 11pm. As usual, I gave my phone a final check. My good friend, Linda, had just sent me a flurry of messages. What I was about to read was horrific and heart-breaking.

Falling in Love . . . And Out of it
I was 13 when I first fell in love. It was also the first time that I truly experienced God. You might think that this is going to be a story about “puppy-love”, since I mentioned that I was only 13. But bear with me.

Church: A Gathering of Sinners or Saints?
Each week when I step into church, at least one person will ask, “How are you?” or “How have you been?” My response is often short, and almost always accompanied with a smile, “I’m good, how about you?”
