Burn Those Boxes

My experience of following Jesus started with the demonic. It was a black night terror sort of feeling and yet a strong powerful buzz that rushed through every single one of my cells. God showed me the true darkness that lies beneath the shiny facade of this world. I didn’t know why until I hadContinue reading “Burn Those Boxes”

We Don’t Live There Anymore

I’m starting to realize I’ve cried more for a chihuahua mix this past week than I ever have for any human being. I’m starting to worry about myself a bit. But I’m also not worried one iota. This week has been the hardest and the best one of my life. For the first time, myContinue reading “We Don’t Live There Anymore”

God Only Knows

My most favorite and maybe even most fearsome picture is one of the author Joan Didion. She’s standing on the upper decking of a beach house that sits nestled close to the ocean, cigarette in hand, as her daughter Quintana and husband, John, lean against the railing close together, lips lifted in small smiles. TheContinue reading “God Only Knows”

A Thousand Papercuts

Writing this feels a little like walking to the guillotine. Honestly, I’ve never done it, but I’m sure my physical reaction would be similar. My eyes hurt from the unchecked tears, and I can’t breathe. My skin feels like it’s suffering a thousand papercuts. It’s death, just the slow-stepped version of it. Our dog diedContinue reading “A Thousand Papercuts”

Following Jesus Through the Years

To submit a guest post, check out this page. To any who read this, I pray that my testimony of Jesus Christ will bring inspiration and if you don’t have a relationship with Him as I do that this may bring you into one. For over 33 years of my life I went through just likeContinue reading “Following Jesus Through the Years”