it’s time to dream again.

Here’s something a little bit different: I want to invite you into this conviction. I want to invite you into this word that’s been spoken over my heart, over my life, like water washing me and relieving me of burdens that I once thought were a part of my back, of chains that I once... Continue Reading →


little girl, arise.

It was one of the staple events of the school year; one that everyone looked forward to for months. I didn't want to go. The night before, I'd had an excruciatingly painful conversation that had left me so hurt, and I felt so empty. I felt like I had nothing to give to the people... Continue Reading →

the times, they are a-changin.

And, just like that, it's summer again, it's Sunday again. Just like that, the sun's up again, and just like that, we're still breathing. We're still breathing. Hearts filled with stories that words could never express. Minds filled with images of bloody battle fields and dreams that are just starting to wake up. Eyes drinking... Continue Reading →

on the mountain tall.

One morning last week, I climbed a mountain by myself. Empty mind, empty heart, emotionally exhausted and experiencing a rawness of heart I didn't know was possible. I climbed looking for answers, seeking to understand. My addiction to sense had me striving for clarity. "Okay, go," I told Him, once I got to the top.... Continue Reading →

to be vulnerable.

And just like that, it's Holy Week. The space between Christmas and now has been swallowed up by a thousand little miracles and joys and confusions and hurts. The sparkling Christmas lights have always pointed to this darkening of skies as the veil is about to be torn and the nails will pierce the hands,... Continue Reading →


Drinking iced coffee with whipped cream. It's four o'clock at the beginning of the week and I'm exhausted. Barefoot feet and cutoff shorts, sitting on a gray rug that is perpetually full of hair from my roommate and I. The Band CAMINO is blaring, and I'm trying to find my story within words written by... Continue Reading →

get the hell over it

Sometimes, I whine an outragous amount. Take last week, for example. My planner (pictured above) was a hot mess, telling me of back to back to back meetings and classes and homework and work and people things. I don't mind the busyness; there's purpose and grace here. I know I'm doing what I'm called to be... Continue Reading →

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