Composure is its own kind of courage by Rogue Grace | Makeshift Masterpiece – Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace Note to the reader:This…
Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace
Composure is its own kind of courage by Rogue Grace | Makeshift Masterpiece – Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace Note to the reader:This…
Because becoming isn’t neat, painless, or linear. But it’s worth it. I learned the language of transformation more than a decade ago.Books. Therapy. Mentors. Practice.…
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…
We think a breakthrough sounds like fireworks and looks like freedom.Like the moment everything shifts and you finally breathe again. But sometimes?Breakthrough feels like uneven…
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…