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…
Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace
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…
Mercy aches within my heart and begs upon my lips Pleas of peace as sorrow creeps seeping from my soul Mercy ponders seeking strength buried…
Soul rubble Cradled in the valleys wrapped in grace Wounded by thorns dripping truth Tossed among waves drenched in change Postured by pain to accept…
Efforts echo yesterday’s purpose Five am has found me wandering yet again Midnight’s thoughts still seeking slumber Nestling among the ramblings of yesterday The room…
I know determination by name It’s written on my soul It’s etched beneath my heart, echoing desire within each beat Its focus-shaped edges tell stories…
Thoughts From My Soul
The stairs I climb to greet my view are built by the stories I live. The stories I live are written by the steps I…