I never used to like Father's Day. It used to be a day where everything around me seemed to poke at the broken pieces of my heart — at a raw wound yet to be healed. It used to be a day where I felt nothing but anger. I was unforgiving towards my father, merely… Continue reading The Father’s Heart
As a season I thought would break me comes very close to an end, countless thoughts have been stuck on repeat in my mind... For one, I've thought how simply crazy it is to have blown through two 249-page journals. Journals that evolved into a collection of letters to the Lord himself, love notes if you will,… Continue reading I Am Growing.
You know that feeling when you get out of a car after being in it for a really long time? Like hours? Sore bum? Bladder about to burst? Kind of starving? That's sort of how I feel right now. Or rather, how I felt. Tired, unsatisfied, hungry — the list could go on and on.… Continue reading Even At My Worst