Almost 24 months. 42 (going on 43) posts. 2,900 views. 1,642 visitors. Read in 25 countries. 1 girl. 1 idea. But who's counting? I'm in awe at where this "idea" has taken me and the course in which I see it going. I couldn't be more humbled by the responses I get from all who follow along. The… Continue reading Self Portrait Series: The Best Is Yet To Come
A few days ago I finished what to me was the most life changing book ever. To say I devoured it is an understatement. I couldn't stop reading it. Every word of it is God-breathed and full of truth. I already want to read it a second time. It gave me the courage to step… Continue reading Hold Onto Hope
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 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.
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.