

you were made to blaze.
I was pretty convinced I wasn’t going to be writing for a while after my last blog post. “No, God, I’m hallowed out. I need you to refill...


a case of holy hypocrisy.
There is a place I go in my mind that is neither peaceful nor true, yet I willingly enter anyways. This space opens up when something...


for those needing to get out of the woods.
I feel tingles of anxiety as I begin to type this because of the vulnerability this is going to ask of me. Thinking about sharing how...