Often times in our culture, especially for my college-aged counterparts, our frustrational sins are overlooked because they are so prevalent. However, like the majority of ideals in modern culture, these thoughts are misguided.
I wish you would have said something before It escalated to this point we're at. If only I'd have known your heart at war I might've been able to help combat. Alas I knew no thing at all was wrong You left me thinking all was well with you. So with normality I went along… Continue reading Forgive This Hurt
It is possible to stand without bearing the weight of the sin that inhibits you from your fullest capacity in Christ.
I wish they hadn't
To my best friend, who has put up with so much for me, I'm writing you this letter for dual purpose; serving as both an apology and a promise. This is not only directed to you, but it is also an apology and promise to myself. For as long as I can remember I have been… Continue reading Grace in the Moment
I’m in between classes at my small, liberal arts university in Northwest Arkansas. I sat down, turned on some Hillsong on Spotify, and began to start my daily time with the Lord. I opened my Bible and turned to Psalm 112 and began to read my one Psalm per day, which I’ve done the previous… Continue reading 1.12.17
A letter to myself to read on the day that I play my very last college soccer game.
60 second poetry.
Too often we get caught in contention with frustrations that don't reflect Christ. What are the roots of these and how do we overcome them?
In seven months I will be graduating and receiving a Bachelor of Science degree, thus this seemed like a fitting title. This beautiful creek marks the outermost perimeter of my college campus in Northwest Arkansas. It is a quiet and peaceful spot that I go to often when needing a little bit of rest. This photo was… Continue reading Two Parts H, One Part O
Dear man who thinks he's good enough for my best friend, You're not. But if you insist, there are a few things you need to be made very aware of before you steal my best friend. First off, you need to know that I loved her first- before you were even in the picture. We… Continue reading An Open Letter to my Best Friend’s Future Husband
To the Senior on their last, As I lounge in my college dorm room reflecting on the last three years of my life, mostly spent in the very room in which I now write, I can't help but let the memories flood into my scattered and disorganized thoughts. And I can't help but to wonder… Continue reading To the Senior on Their Last