A poem about self-hatred vs. self compassion.
In Recovery (a poem)
I am In the textures of trying— the ruts, cracks, rocks, vistas. They keep getting harder. More powerful. More determined. So do I.
Sure, "I'm fine." As in "fragile in flesh." As in cautiously moving, aware of the line. Where my fortitude crumbles and humanity shines.
"This" became "then" and I started to fall. Crash, if I'm honest, hitting one ledge of loss after another on my way down.
The Things I Save
The following poem was written on May 8, 2020. Its raw ending is very reflective of where I was at the time: broken and stuck. If you feel hopeless, please reach out to someone. Please reach out to me. The message of the gospel is that Christ died to give you everlasting hope, freedom from … Continue reading The Things I Save
My 5 Favorite Books From 2018
Anyone who knows me has been privy to the epic reading challenge that I embarked on last year. While reading 45 books was moderately challenging, what made it truly exciting was the fact that I read half of them in November or December.
5 Tips for Christian Bloggers
1. Pray Anytime I sit down to write, I begin by praying: "God, give me the Words you want me to write." It's a simple prayer, but an important one. The platform of a writer shouldn't be taken lightly, especially when you're writing about faith. This doesn't mean everything you write needs to be serious … Continue reading 5 Tips for Christian Bloggers