The Interruptions Are the Ministry Someone came in carrying the weight of habits and stories that didn’t fit the script. The language was raw, the…
Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace
The Interruptions Are the Ministry Someone came in carrying the weight of habits and stories that didn’t fit the script. The language was raw, the…
This week, I’ll step onto a campus for the first time in over twenty years. It should feel like a return, like a marker of…
You don’t really know how solid your systems are until you’re out of your usual space. At home, there’s structure. There’s rhythm. There’s that certain…
There’s something about being out of your element that cracks things open. When you’re not in your routine — when the coffee tastes different, the…
There’s something holy about showing up.Not perfectly. Not all at once. But honestly. That’s what this new space is for. No Map, Just Grace is…
Hyper-awareness isn’t a flex. It’s a filter. I don’t remember learning how to read the room. I just… did.Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was…
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 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…