There were times when looking up at the stars triggered hard conversations. The pinpricks stabbed at questions about creation, attacks on theories and interpretations, and ideas that whispered destruction of three decades of believing. The agony of star-gazing usually happened around a campfire, at a campground, where our small space ebbed and flowed with restContinue reading “Stargazing”

Our Nightstands

I dug through our nightstands the other day, looking for a specific letter sent to me during the valley of 2014. 😮 Holy moly. Our nightstands were time capsules of that heart-breaking, soul-splitting time.💔 He was deconverting from faith, and I was reinforcing mine. He was drenched in anti-religion rhetoric, and I was pouring myContinue reading “Our Nightstands”