Note to the Reader:This piece is a continuation — or maybe a step backward — from yesterday’s post.Hell Burned HallelujahIf that one was about now,…
Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace
Note to the Reader:This piece is a continuation — or maybe a step backward — from yesterday’s post.Hell Burned HallelujahIf that one was about now,…
Rogue Grace– Makeshift Masterpiece Note to Readers:This piece holds space for a story rooted in survival, not as a performance or a wound on display,…
–Rogue Grace- Makeshift Masterpiece I love my kids more than anything in this world.Which is exactly why I don’t want them to believe everything I…
Composure is its own kind of courage by Rogue Grace | Makeshift Masterpiece – Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace Note to the reader:This…
I Fumbled Words. He Died. The Reality Is—Perfection Can’t Save Anyone, But Relationship and Grace Might. I keep coming back to this—this tangle of grace…
This is a continuation of yesterday’s post: The Fumble — a reflection on what it means to show up when things don’t go smoothly. That…
What if grace shows up best in the moments we don’t? I fumbled something important the other day. Words I meant to carry with care.A…
We talk a lot about breaking cycles these days — generational trauma, toxic mindsets, systemic harm. And we should. Naming what shaped us is holy…
My Calm Doesn’t Come Easy Calm doesn’t come naturally to me.Not the kind that sinks deep into your bones and stays there.Not the kind that…
Invisible Effort, Real Weight I don’t always know where the line is between pushing myself and honoring the fact that I’m already pushing harder than…