Love is a funny game; both heartbreaking and deeply compelling, yet undeniably addictive. It’s an emotional drug that I keep chasing, the most profound high I ever felt. Better than alcoholism, anyway. But the side effects? Excruciating. Like binging alcohol, the aftermath is brutal. Some people aren’t allowed to join us on our journey. It’s a lesson that’s difficult to learn. Worse is the nauseating realization when you’re forced to let go. These are the sacrifices made, which requires undeniable faith, in following Gods path. Giving Him permission to reside in you, next to you, through the nauseating feelings and…

I have days when I’m grateful to be alive, and days when I’m miserable living this human life.   I have days when I’m in awe of the world and all its creation, and days when I long to leave it behind.   I have days when I carry an immense amount of love, and days when bitterness and hate consumes all of me. I have days when I’m contagiously happy, and days when heaviness holds me as a prisoner to my bed.   There are days when I eat everything in sight, savoring every bite, and days when not a single crumb will touch…

As I’m writing this, you’re downstairs, and I’m upstairs reflecting on how truly grateful I am for you. This is a thank you letter, a love letter, to someone who has accepted me as her own, helped me grow, and shaped me into the woman I am today. This is for my wonderful aunt, who has chosen to mother me over the past few years. You are incredibly special, and I want to share with the world just how much you mean to me.  A Little Backstory  When I was a baby, my mom met my stepdad, and soon after, my…

I’ve never had much luck with relationships. I’ve always chased after people who weren’t right for me. I picked those who chose me for shallow reasons. I didn’t understand real, honest love. To me, love and pain were inseparable because, for me, it always has.   I can’t clearly remember my first heartbreak, but maybe it was when I lost my pet guinea pig, Kirby. I used to play with him outside his cage, building little cities for him to wander through. He was my companion, my friend. When I came home from school and found him sick, he was…

When the Word became flesh “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” – John 1:1 In Genesis 1, we read:  “In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form and void, and darkness was over the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters. And God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and there was light.”  God is the Word. He spoke life into existence. With His words, He shaped the heavens and the earth in just…

The purpose behind starting this journey was simple: to share the goodness of God through my writing. I’m not a professional writer; I didn’t study journalism or English. I write from my heart, letting my thoughts flow onto paper. I share my thoughts because I feel I’m not the only one who has them. Writing has become my way out of my head; a pathway to a place of stillness. When I write, I learn about myself, seeing growth and understanding that wasn’t there before. I’ve come to know myself better, and that has been a gift, from God. I…

In times of disaster, we often find ourselves coming together. These moments remind us of our shared humanity, where divisions like gender, sexuality, and politics lose their importance. The conflicts between wars, bullying, and the hate that we encounter every day suddenly seem insignificant. Maybe that’s why God allows such painful events to occur. Maybe His goal is to remind us of who we are, that life is fleeting, and that the earth holds immense power- nothing is within our control. It may be His way of showing us that our differences don’t matter in the end because death is…

Yesterday, was my baptism. I remember being baptized when I was 12, but this time felt different. I felt like You were calling me to do it again. As a teenager, I lost my way. I even told You that I would never pray again- all because I was acting out, frustrated that You didn’t give me what I wanted. What I remember wanting was a boy- someone You were probably trying to save me from. But I was just a girl, and I didn’t know any better. All I wanted was to feel special. All I wanted was attention.…

Why is it that we make love complicated? We meet someone, fall in love, and then, just like that, it seems to disappear. Weren’t we just having an amazing time together? I’m confused. My first answer is simple. . . f e a r I tell myself I’m afraid of falling in love again. I’m afraid to date. I’m afraid of getting let down. Why should I open my heart when I’m so often disappointed? When I fall, I fall hard. It’s something I’m working through- with my church friends and in countless therapy sessions. I’m vulnerable by nature. Ask…