Eyes To See.

The words you are about to read — forewarning — are incredibly cheesy, but it is my task to write them. Because I feel like God has breathed life onto something so simple and ordinary as He always does for me. So here it is. — I got eyeglasses. Which, let me just put out there, I was really stoked… Continue reading Eyes To See.

A Letter To Jesus.

Jesus, I need you. I am still tired and weak. I need your peace to fall afresh. I need you to hear my cry. Holy Spirit, come. Give me rest. And build a home. Every morning you'll hear me at it again. Every morning I lay out the pieces of my life on your altar and watch for… Continue reading A Letter To Jesus.

The Pleasantly Unexpected.

I've tried my best to get a good glance at my previous blog posts, journal entries, laid astray notes, and tumbled thoughts to come up with a post about my outlook on the new year in front of me and the year I have left behind — much like everybody else over the last few days.… Continue reading The Pleasantly Unexpected.

Marked For Life.

Yesterday was a pretty neat day. I got inked, or rather marked, by not only ink, but my father in heaven. I've thought of getting a minimal floral tattoo on my forearm for quite some time. But I never thought I would be getting it as my first. As I researched what kind of flora… Continue reading Marked For Life.

A Wednesday Afternoon.

*Written earlier today in my little olive green journal* I'm catching what seems to be the last stitches of Fall. Or perhaps they are the first of Winter. Either way, I'm content. This last week has been one of toil and I've needed more time to myself than ever to rest, reflect, and most of all — refocus.… Continue reading A Wednesday Afternoon.

That’s Home.

It's a very grey morning in my hometown of Walla Walla and the rain contained to the clouds is just starting to descend to the ground. The sun is trying to peek through the sky. The air is just cool enough to need a sweater, yet warm enough to restrain from shivering. Do these conditions remind… Continue reading That’s Home.