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Dear Readers,

I didn’t want to write you this letter. I thought I possessed enough humility and grace to never need to write a letter of this sort. Then, I realized that what was actually in my possession was a stowaway bag of pride. I don’t want to travel with it anymore. So, here I am to write you these words, which I do not free from my heart begrudgingly, but with a hope that you’ll hear me and perhaps even forgive me.

You may know me, you may not. You may be reading me for the first time. Whether you know me or not shouldn’t matter too much. I’m sure you’ve met someone like me, someone who at one time or another become so zealous in their beliefs that it wounded you or people you love; you might not hear an apology from them, but today, you’re hearing one from me… continue reading here at Alise Wright’s blog.

{Thank you so much for exploring this five part series with me! If you’d like to return to the beginning of  the “When Faith Looks Different” series, you can begin here with My Husband Doesn’t Go to Church with Me}