The author reflects on a high school experience where she stood up for herself, then later forgot her strength. Recently, she realized she was placing herself at the mercy of various struggles. Remembering God’s mercy and love, she finds confidence and freedom, embracing her identity as a daughter of God. The passage from Mark exemplifies the power of seeking mercy from Jesus. … More Have Mercy on Me
The story of Leah, often overshadowed by her sister Rachel, portrays a neglected and weary woman finding solace in the God who saw and heard her. Despite societal disgrace and personal injustice, Leah’s life ultimately shaped the lineage of the Messiah. Her untold suffering resonates across centuries, showcasing God’s ability to bring beauty from ashes. … More A Poem: Weary Girl
In my journey of deconstructing my faith and rebuilding it around Christ and historical orthodoxy, I’ve also noticed that there are many in the Christian faith who resist the word or experience of “deconstruction” because of people on the internet who have become anti-God and anti-Christian in their deconstruction. I would argue that, while understandable, … More A Starter Kit to Rebuild Your Faith
The following post is the final part of a series describing my story of deconstructing my Christian faith and reconstructing it within orthodoxy rather than choosing to deconvert. Make sure to read up on Part 1 and Part 2 before moving on! Where Else Would I Go? There’s a song by John Mark Pantana that goes like this: … More Deconstruction: your faith has saved you, Part 3
I know the love of God the most when it rains. As a little girl in the Pacific Northwest, before I knew about bad things beyond a scraped knee, it rained. It was a consistent rhythm, and I was a sponge for it as the nostalgic walls of childhood innocence were building up deep in … More The Love of God Lives in the Dry Places, too
March woke me up with her atmospheric rivers, and unrealized crises, and pea-sized hail, and burdened sleep, and gentle rain, and school shootings, and warming sunbeams amidst brisk, prolonged Winter air and a cosmic war, and flooded fields and homes and roads and lives, and bright evening walks to look at the painful gift she … More A Poem: March in my bones
My deepest longing and most tender pain point is the desire to be seen. I mean, seen. I want the right people to notice when I’m wearing a mask and that I’m leaking out, even when I don’t realize it myself. I know this longing very well, and yet I still hide myself away behind … More To See & Be Seen
I am heavy with my own mortality, unawake to it until someone reminds me of Lent, the season a great cloud of witnesses remembered and embodied throughout 2,000 years — “from dust you came, to dust you shall return” — with the Hope in mind that the Son would rise again and with Him, we … More A Poem: Swallowed up by Life
Help me stop and look at what is remarkable around me — let me see what I thought was ordinary and recognize it as hallowed ground — help me to behold the sacred, and keep hold of it, even if I panic with holy fear, so aware that I am but dust — for even … More A Prayer: to recognize God
I am guilty of keeping a record of wrongs. Each offense wrapped around my heart — the words like chains, gripping me, cutting deeper wounds, festering, bleeding, choking out any longing to love and remain. No strength of mine can break these chains away — I need a different set of hands, Ones with nail … More A Poem: Forgiveness