I found it fitting, in this moment of solitude, to write again. If you're wondering where I've been, I've been in busy-ville. If you're wondering why I haven't shared, it's because I'm in overwhelming-ton. If you're simply wondering how life in Portland is, it's hard. Despite the weight I've felt on my shoulders this week,… Continue reading Rhythms of Grace
Today I can't stop thinking about the things God has already done through his people that are available for us to use against the principalities that come against us. I can be frequently found asking God for tools to strengthen me, to give me the advantage I need, and the courage to stand up boldly… Continue reading Heaven Beckons Me
I've been wanting to properly introduce someone very special to me, to you. And now feels like the best time to do so. His name is Curtis. Curtis Lovrak. He's about 5'11", maybe 6', has the best blond hair and blue eyes, drives an e36 BMW on most days, and has liked this girl named… Continue reading Love On Display
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
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.
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.