In this story, I was twenty-one and a newly married pastor’s wife. I was the woman behind the man, the prayerful wife who joined mom’s circles and MOPS and countless Bible studies.
This is one of the loveliest things you’ve written ... what a gift your heart is to so many of us that can’t seem to find the words or our people . How just so lovely and brave and beautiful you are . Thank you
This brought tears for me, in the best way. Thank you. It’s such an honor to have the opportunity to write and share and connect in this sacred way. 💛✨
Oh so much yes to this. I see you and see me in this too.
I was 22 and working at the church. Calling out the dysfunction I was seeing and being hushed like a child. “We don’t say those things,” they said, over and over. The louder I got, the harder they squashed. “You don’t know anything about that.”
And now I’m forty and free. (It’s the new thirty and flirty, you know.) Everything blew up at my old church. All the things I said would happen? They did. 22 year old me saw it all unfolding. The “I told you so” still burns in my mouth. I hold that one back, but not much else. I wonder every day if there will ever really be a seat for me at the table. (They say everyone is welcome, but really, we know it’s only everyone who is palatable in the right ways, who falls in step at the right time.)
Thank you for sharing your words. You give me so much hope, both for now and for the future.
wow!!! what writing! i very much identify with (a lot of it) but especially the line "I burned my own self at the stake in exchange for a seat at their table." and then to have you tag my products in combo with this amazing writing is so exciting. thank you!! i see your wildness and i'm howling back, sister
Beautifully done.
Aw thanks dad, you’re the best supporter and advocate of my voice and I’m grateful always 💛✨
This is one of the loveliest things you’ve written ... what a gift your heart is to so many of us that can’t seem to find the words or our people . How just so lovely and brave and beautiful you are . Thank you
This brought tears for me, in the best way. Thank you. It’s such an honor to have the opportunity to write and share and connect in this sacred way. 💛✨
So beautifully said Sarah, you have put the words together that speak a truth that I suspect was my life as well...
I love the call to be true to self
I love you mama! Can’t wait to share more and hear more soon 💛✨
Chills ✨️
💛 thank you for reading! ✨✨✨
Oh so much yes to this. I see you and see me in this too.
I was 22 and working at the church. Calling out the dysfunction I was seeing and being hushed like a child. “We don’t say those things,” they said, over and over. The louder I got, the harder they squashed. “You don’t know anything about that.”
And now I’m forty and free. (It’s the new thirty and flirty, you know.) Everything blew up at my old church. All the things I said would happen? They did. 22 year old me saw it all unfolding. The “I told you so” still burns in my mouth. I hold that one back, but not much else. I wonder every day if there will ever really be a seat for me at the table. (They say everyone is welcome, but really, we know it’s only everyone who is palatable in the right ways, who falls in step at the right time.)
Thank you for sharing your words. You give me so much hope, both for now and for the future.
Hope, and togetherness, and reminders you’re not alone even out here along the edges. With you ✨✨✨
So beautiful and true. Keep sharing your words and your life. It is encouraging, and awakens my soul.
Thank you, Jenn. I’m honored these words of mine spoke to you this morning. The howl in me sees the howl in you. 💛✨
wow!!! what writing! i very much identify with (a lot of it) but especially the line "I burned my own self at the stake in exchange for a seat at their table." and then to have you tag my products in combo with this amazing writing is so exciting. thank you!! i see your wildness and i'm howling back, sister