The Truth That Keeps Me It’s a coffee-stained pageshoved in a backpack,creased and smudged,scribbled between errands and exhaustion.The kind of moment no one sees—but the…
Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace
The Truth That Keeps Me It’s a coffee-stained pageshoved in a backpack,creased and smudged,scribbled between errands and exhaustion.The kind of moment no one sees—but the…
Some mornings, the coffee’s not strong enough.Some days, the patience runs out before the printer filament does.Some nights, I stare at the ceiling wondering how…
Rogue Grace I didn’t grow up with Sunday sermons or Bible memory verses. No pews, no sacraments, no tidy theology. But somehow, the light still…
The first impression speaks before I do.People see it before they see me. The awkward gait. The way I navigate space. The not-quite-smooth motion that…
A fragmented essay on grace, endurance, and becoming Let’s begin here. We talk about grace like it’s gentle.Like it drifts down from the sky, soft…
When Life Feels Like Too Much—and Exactly Enough I haven’t written in a while—not because I didn’t want to, but because I’ve been living the…