White and Alone

A few weeks back, I was invited to a party. So naturally, the first thing that I did was go through my pre-party do-I-want-to-go checklist Do I want to go? Do I have to go? (Because we all  have those parties where you say, “If I skip another…

I’m Not Wife Material

Right now, my mom has read this title and is upset. She’s currently thinking of a list of 100 reasons why I am wife material and plans to tell me in a very long-winded text (her signature trademark). Don’t worry, mom. I’m not selling myself short here. I’ve…

In an Unhealthy Relationship? 7 Ways to Tell

Why 7 ways? Because I had more than 5 but less than 10. Also, because 7 is the Lord’s number and some of you need a real Holy Spirit awakening if you’re ever going to quit this awful dating cycle that you’re in. In the effort to not…

Too Much Woman

Too smart. Too confident. Too particular. Too pretty. Too curvy. Too glamorous. Too sure of myself. Too funny. Too focused. Too ambitious. Too successful. Too inspired. I’m Leah, and these are the things that people have told me that I am too much of. These are the reasons,…

3 People to Leave in 2015

Happy New Year! It‘s January 1, two thousand and freaking sixteen. A brand new year, a brand new chance for success in love, right?!  Every year we have this sensational opportunity to get rid of the old and bring in the new- new hopes, new dreams, new relationships,…

The Single Kringle

I love Christmas. Gosh, I love Christmas. I love when Target brings out all of their wrapping paper. I love the first snow and the cold, crisp air. I love the red Starbucks cups (don’t be crazy, Christians), I hate baking, but I love eating cookies, and I…

When Boaz Turns out to be a Dumbaz

The year was 2011. She was at the best time in her life. She had finally met her man and things had finally worked out for them to be together. They married. Together, they had two kind-of-beautiful-children (because all children are beautiful, right? Wrong). She was at the…

When You Can’t Move On

Grief. Sadness. Pain. These are real things. They are tangible. When we hear these words, we equate them to an experience in our life. They mean something to us because we have physically felt them, have sat in their presence, and have been forced to partake of their…

Where the Crap is My Boaz

Ahhh, singleness. Breathe that in ladies. What you’re smelling right now is the sweat that forms when I am about to attempt to answer the all-formidable question of “You’re so great; why are you single?” from the one-millionth church member, random stranger in line at Target, grandfather, mom, or…