beautiful things.

I brought this big fella out of storage and into the nook where I do yoga a little bit ago. It’s a shitty mat job (I did it myself years ago without the proper equipment – it’s sad) but I love him. I called him ‘the bone daddy’ after Jack Skellington form The Nightmare Before…

life is short, but you can’t rush healing. 

I stopped my cousin mid-sentence yesterday because she said something that totally took me back. She was telling me about her plans for next week, and she said she’d be doing something on the first of September. And that the first of September is next Friday. I interrupted her to ask “how are we already…

like me. | a poem. 

I’m learning that few can be trusted when you’re honest like me.  I’m learning that there won’t be anyone in your corner when you decide things for yourself like me.  I’m learning that there’s no peace for people who stir the pot like me.  I’m learning that there’s no free speech when you’re loud like…

the funny story about how Jesus used a Post-It (and an event I coordinated) to remind me He loves me. 

***oringinally written for Something Beautiful Ministries*** Okay, so those awkward moments when Jesus uses your own ministry to speak to you, right? So about a year ago, I was really, REALLY struggling with my own body image and guilt, and I had been so blessed to be surrounded by the wonderful ladies that had come…