Makeshift Masterpiece
Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with grace
Glimpses
- Unity is ProtestSome people hear “protest” and picture chaos.Broken windows. Yelling. Division. But that’s not the whole truth. And honestly? It’s not even the main one. Protest—real…
- I Close My Door, But Not My EyesI’m angry and sad and hopeful all at once—and none of those cancel the others out.They stack. They grind. They pray in my throat. People…
- When the Call Needs Clearing OutSome days I feel deeply called — rooted, grounded, anchored.Other days I want to scrape everything back to the bone and ask God, “Okay, but…
- When the Call Stretches You ThinSome days, calling doesn’t feel like purpose.It feels like pressure. Not the kind that breaks you — the kind that builds capacity you didn’t ask…
- Reformation Sunday: The Space the Spirit MakesThis Reformation Sunday, I watched my son walk to the front of the sanctuary with ease.He didn’t second-guess his invitation.He didn’t measure himself against the…
I’m a sorta survive by the Grace of God for he’s got plans for me I j7st haven’t been able to be what he wants yet.thats yet I’m praying he will give me time here to make him proud
Recognizing that grace is our hope is the key too it all.