It's been a really incredible week. I mean like, really good. I've been on the biggest inspiration, writing, creative, and peace streak of my life. I started reading My Name Is Hope by John Mark Comer; It's a book on anxiety, depression, and life after melancholy from a biblical perspective — and let me tell you,… Continue reading Perfectly Imperfect
The enemy likes to think he's really clever. Always tricking us in the same ways. Always stealing the same things. Thinking he's unstoppable (he's not, by the way) because he has a grip on us over and over. But as the enemy continues to attack us in the same ways and in a repetitive pattern,… Continue reading By His Spirit
I used to tell myself I was going to buy a bouquet of flowers a week (or until the last ones died) as a form of "treating myself." And by bouquet of flowers I mean ruscus, camellia's minus the camellia, or any kind of eucalyptus. No flowers really. Think minimal and green. I recently discovered that… Continue reading Pick Me Ups.
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.
I want to be as unafraid as a child. As fearless as a lion. As bold as a pack of wolves. I don't want to be fazed about uncertainties, sickness, the future, that exam, or that circumstance. I could name so many things in my life that would lead me to be anxious and afraid. I… Continue reading Faith Like A Child.