I am built to engage the world through an expressive, emotional creative space. I'm so thankful for those create art for me to engage with and know Jesus better.
In how contemplating Jesus as a man changes Good Friday for me.
Goodbye, loyal soldier.
I’m not this girl anymore. But I sure do love her (and her bowl haircut.) If only she knew how worthy of love she is just for who she is. ❤️
And So I Pray On…
After my dad died, following three straight months of desperate prayers pleading for his healing, I had a crisis of faith. I felt like I had run full speed into a brick wall. Prayer seemed like a joke.
On Prayer and Helplessness
Some of our best friends found out this week that their four month old baby girl has a brain tumor. Did you get that? Four months old. Brain tumor. Those things shouldn’t even be together in a sentence. I'm sharing my struggle with prayer and helplessness on the Ladies First blog.
These Words of Mine 