Prolog Week: What I’m Carrying Home I’m still here in Dubuque, where seminary began not in a classroom but in a swirl of chapel bells,…
Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace
Prolog Week: What I’m Carrying Home I’m still here in Dubuque, where seminary began not in a classroom but in a swirl of chapel bells,…
Ministry, for me, isn’t compliance with tradition. It’s defiance with grace. Not pity. Not anger. But rebellion that makes room for connection, growth, and the…
Most people picture enlightenment like it belongs on a postcard. Serene monk. Still water. Maybe a candle flickering on a cushion in some quiet corner.…
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…
By Rogue Grace – Makeshift Masterpiece My boy needed staples in his noggin.Not a life-or-death moment. But still—he’s mine. He was hurt.And everything in me…
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…
– A Journal for Realistic Hope I didn’t set out to create a journal.I set out to create a space I needed but couldn’t find.…
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,…
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.…