the war is over.

I have lived with anxiety every day for as long as I can remember. The times I’ve been the least busy, anxiety consistently surges in my mind, telling me I don’t measure up, I’m not fulfilling my purpose in the Lord; even forcing me to ask myself, “Can you really afford to rest like this?” …

February.

Things sort of got real this month. Pieces were put together. Sin was recognized. What’s new? Also: I’ve written about “Anything” by Jennie Allen like 18 times on here, but I’m going to do it again, and probably more times after this to come. It continues to wreck my life at all points, on a …

2017.

Wow. I almost have no idea where to really start with this. 2017 marks the year where I experienced the most painful heartbreak, confusion, fight for my self-worth, trial after trial, and, worst of all, feeling angry at God because of my circumstances for the first time in my life. Yet simultaneously, 2017 has been …

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, …