HeyJaredSincerely, Beloved
A story of being tethered to the hope of Jesus, holding hands with both joy and sorrow. A story that is nothing without the threads of His grace, the Truth of His gospel, and the reality of His faithfulness woven all throughout.
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- Sep 23, 2026
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- Jul 8, 2026
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My Husband Finally Read My Book (opens the original)
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After more than a year of writing—with a notebook or my laptop on me at all times and the notes app on my phone opened more than my messages—I sat with the nearly completed manuscript of my first book of poetry and stories1. Ironically, I smashed through second and third edits, formatting, and final design elements, only to be held up by the back cover and author’s page. I kept the document open on my laptop day after day, staring down those empty pages, wondering where to find the words to fill
I’m Tired of Writing About Infertility (opens the original)
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Time Is No Thief (opens the original)
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We're Trying Something New (opens the original)
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Stepping out of the house in the morning, those first full rays of sunlight nearly force my eyelids closed. I blink rapidly, tent my hand over my face, and attempt to survey the yard and the status of things since I last viewed them the night before. It takes a few beats to get used to the stark contrast between genuine daylight and the artificial kind we tolerate indoors. Once my eyes have adjusted, I notice the warmth on my shoulders and the birdsong echoing around me. I breathe in the smell o
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