the moment i left home, stories started to unfold all around me instantly. the further away i was from my comfortable routine little ohio life, the more i dove into this small space to grow & unravel, to experience, to be vulnerable. & it honestly felt good most days. we were chasing sunsets in the […]Read more "misplaced & scattered heart."
tracing lines. we stood there holding fingers, with our heads leaned on one another, looking in the direction of the map on the wall. tracing the lines with our fingers. the lines we both coulda swore were our future. i prayed over those blue painted mountains like they were mine. like this was the […]Read more "calling the wrong turns, “home.”"
finding the words. i tried to write about it. i wanted to take notes over everything that God was telling me here. i wanted to remember how i felt. how badly it all hurt. but at the same time, find a way to remind myself that – it needed to. in the same token, […]Read more "this is my isaac."
momma’s kitchen floor. i remember sitting there with her, tracing the grains in the hardwood floor, glancing at each set of shadows that outlined our bare toes. tripping over truths, falling in surrender. i had been here a million times before. i’d lay out my plans. give her a peek at my messy blueprints. kept […]Read more "the process of being shattered."
so this one deserves a backstory : i’ve done a lot of back & fourth with this post. & i mean a lot, you guys. i originally started writing it on father’s day, & it was pretty all over the place. daddy day tends to be a little blurry for me & all that seemed […]Read more "this is what you get."
in the midst of being what seemed to be : lost, mis-shapen, craggy & run down due to emptiness… I felt Jesus remind me, “seek me during this process, little one. let Me chisel away at your life. at your heart.” i sit here in silence, feeling overwhelmingly small in this little room of mine. […]Read more "one of God’s art projects."
hate is such an ugly emotion. it rattles around in our pockets like loose change. & if someone just so happens to bump into us, it pours out like all our pride shattering onto a tile floor. we fall to our knees, scattered, trying to pick up the pieces. salvaging ourselves. in hopes that people […]Read more "A lesson on hate."