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Sacred and Holy Roots
I don’t think I imagined my life quite this way, and I love that. Five years ago, I started my final semester of college. I wrote about marbles in a jar, their finite number mirroring the days which had become so very normal to me. During my senior year, my...
Reminding One another of truth in the whirlwind
A few weeks ago, a dear friend and I met for ice cream. Never mind that it was 20 degrees outside or that we hid under layers of sweaters and coats. We braved the icy temps for the best ice cream in town and sweet friendship and connection. For the last year, I...
The Abundance in Emmanuel—God with Us
Abundance It’s the word that comes to mind for my 2019. To be clear, this abundance isn’t the stuff of the prosperity gospel. It’s not an overflowing bank account or the newest and the nicest. It doesn’t mean brand names or the finer things in life. It’s...
Our Bold Confident Faith Carries the Promise
After I tell people I’m moving to Chicago, I can predict their response with about a 90% accuracy rate. Allow me to re-enact a conversation for you. Kate: “I’m moving to Chicago.”Other Person: “Wow! That’s an expensive place to live.” Other common responses...
A Life Update: Just a 2 Hour Drive but a Whole World Away
It was just supposed to be a work trip to the north side of Chicago, but since that day in 2015, a piece of my heart seemed to be forever stuck on the corner of Devon and Western Avenue. I think it happened somewhere between walking the streets that made me feel...
The World Will Know You by Your Love
Recently, I’ve had a lot of conversations with friends about the Church—that imperfect group of people who are the Body of Christ. More and more, I find that people are angry with the Church or feel hurt or betrayed or misunderstood by them. Honestly, I get it. I’ve...
What my Grandparent’s Fridge Teaches You and Me
There are two types of people in this world—those who keep the front of their fridge clean and organized, and those with an obnoxious amount of photos and little-kid drawings and reminders cluttering the front, both sides, and maybe even a bit of the back. ...
I Think We Speak Different Languages, and That’s Beautiful
Every couple of Thursdays, our house fills with mommas and babies, aunties and sisters. We crowd around our table, sitting on the couch or folding chairs or the floor. Kids build towers with legos and throw a few at unsuspecting victims. The rest of us talk and laugh....
One of the Most Important Questions We Can Ask the Father
Real talk—to my core, I am a worker and a striver. And sometimes, I turn into the worst kind of hustler—fighting to prove that I belong, that my voice carries value, that I am more than another number in this world. It’s why I need to remember that I don’t make...
Hey, Maybe This isn’t Your Race to Run
Can I be totally honest? This season of life is challenging, and these days are full of everything but normal. On the really rough days, I find myself looking around at those around me. My peers are chasing successful careers. They're married and having babies....