self love isn’t selfish.

If I'm being honest here: whenever i hear the term self love, there's always this inevitable stigma that pops in my head; equating self love with selfishness, self centeredness, or an "i love myself much more than i should" mentality. The past couple weeks of my life have been a testament to the fact that …

36,000 feet.

I seriously hate flying alone. I find it solemn and boring. Those of you who know me well know that I’m an extreme extrovert. So naturally, going without talking for hours can drive me insane. I’m annoyed that my flight took off an hour late. I’m not interested paying $5 for a thin sheet of …

treasures in jars of clay.

I’m going to just be outright and say that I am overwhelmed. The uncertainty that lies ahead, the plans not made. My agenda with plenty of boxes left to check. The to-do list running a continuous loop in my head. All the people in my life to keep up with. The people to pour into, …

Kingdom Pursuit.

A few weeks ago, I was given an opportunity to co-lead and watch over 5 girls at Elevate Summer Camp through The Summit Church. It was life changing. Here’s why. Of course I could go into how the week was challenging and physically exhausting, but that isn’t the point I want to stress here. The …

my sweet jesus’ blog post:

I get it. All of our hearts go wayward for a little. You want the real thing. You want to be overwhelmed in His presence. You want to feel Him like fire in your bones, like wind in your chest. You want to yearn for Him. You want to be passionately in love with Him. […] …

i’m thankful for my tight leash.

I like to put my God in a box. It’s comforting. A safe bet. Instinctive, even. But… that eventually catches up to me. It brings disappointment and unmet expectations. Frustration. Entitlement. Discontentment. Honestly, my most difficult struggles in my walk with Jesus have resulted from expecting Him to do something according to my timetable, or …

Butterflies. — mysweetjesus

Sister. I do not feel very bold. I have butterflies in my stomach more often than not. I just care too much about what people think, and I doubt my natural ability to succeed. So my stomach is often fluttering and fretting, my palms sweaty, and my knees weak. (If you got that, let’s be […] …