Take yourself a little more seriously. 
Believe in the words that escape your mouth,

The ones that are spoken within you that often times leak out,

Believe in the spontaneous moments that are starving for your attention,

Believe in the beauty of nature, and how it is so mind-blowingly intricate that there must be a grand Creator.

Follow the beat of your heart that is good, by knowing it’s goodness derived from a sacred place. 

Know deep down that there is a bigger purpose and that your pre-destined role is needed. 

Apply the advice you humbly give. 

It was meant for you, before you gave it. 


Fuzzy Sweater


Wrapped up in the coziest sweater that could wrap around a baby elephant.

But my mind is a circus.

I shouldn’t spend all my time within the warmth of the soft material,

Nor do I want to.

I want to be challenged and grow stronger,

But it seems my heart has molded and meshed into the strands of cotton.

I can’t focus on what He wants to teach me.

I am distracted,

And doubtful if it’s His voice I’m even hearing…

What is wrong with me? What am I lacking? What am I forgetting?

To cluttered and overwhelmed by the demands of this life and the many voices around and within me,

My time is spread too thinly, but my options are few.

I need to pause, just a moment, to catch my breath.

Then, I’ll be ready to hang up the sweater,

And my heart will be more prepared to handle the cold parts of this world.

Not because the sharp winds have stopped,

But because, in the quiet, the warmth of His presence will surround.

Through each pause, I’ll trust a little more.

Your Heart is Good

Have you ever felt that you aren’t being the person you want to be? You may not always act like the person you are, and during those times you feel like maybe you aren’t the kind, calm, encouraging, and beautiful person, afterall. 

You start to question if you are good. 

And when you make mistakes that aren’t good, you don’t always feel good about yourself, which can affect not only your self view, but how you interact and react to others. 

When we don’t feel like we are good, we won’t follow through with actions, we won’t be as encouraging towards others, and we will be so consumed with our not-so-goodness, we will miss out on the bigger picture. It isn’t about our goodness and actions, but about Who’s goodness dwells within us. 

God has given us a new life, with a new heart. In His Resurrection, we have found an affirming truth. 

We can be strengthened in knowing that even on our gloomiest days, we are not our mistakes. We are ever-growing and changing into more wise, capable, and mature creations. We are not ignorant, but aware, of the process of transformation that is made possible through Jesus’ Resurrection in the form of the Holy Spirit being present within us. 

“I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” -John 10:10 

“We are saved by his life when we find that we are able to live the way we’ve always known we should live. We are free to be what he meant when he meant us. You have a new life- the life of Christ. And you have a new heart. Do you know what this means? Your heart is good (Waking the Dead).”

A Life of Freedom

The last year has been trying, but purposeful. Here are a few things that have made an imprint…

Living in freedom is easier said than done…why is that? 

 1. There is, in fact, a battle. One that is in your mind, heart, and soul. Fighting for the truth living inside of you, fighting to conceal your true identity, fighting for your peace. Fighting to keep you in conformity. Fighting to keep you blinded and settled. Every day there is a war for your heart. 

2. Your actions matter, but your heart matters more. I long to see people lead with passion. Passion in their careers and workplace, in their marriages and relationships, and passion to learn more about who God is. I want people to know that love is truly it, the missing piece, to love like God has demonstrated, so simply, yet meaningfully. When we realize that life is meant to simply serve in love, everything now has purpose. Every conversation, smile, wave, plan, and action. Everything becomes intentional, which just makes it so beautiful and real.

3. Your past may be forgiven and forgotten, but the learned mindset, lies, and lifestyle behaviors take time to be transformed and molded into something new. Be patient with yourself and others, just like He is with you. As long as you continue to search for Him, learn about His nature, yield your heart over and over to be shown the next step, and remember who you are in Him through speaking with Him and reading His word, you will be made stronger by the Holy Spirit. 

You see, Jesus loves you. And what that means is that the way He sees you will never be any different. You are free to explore, question, be curious, doubt, laugh, cry…etc. 

Stand tall and firm, not because that is what comes naturally, but because you believe in who God says you are: Loved. Important. Strong. Brave. Free. You are here for a reason to share His love with everyone within your reach. 

Freedom, sweet, freedom, for all that take a moment to feel and believe. 


Completely full, yet I stare blankly…
Paralyzed with thoughts that seem cemented to the inner linings of my brain. 

Thoughts that are wild and colorful,

Just waiting to be unleashed into sprints of action,

Yet there is a hesitation. 

There is a sudden panic of fear. 

Passion can be seen as silliness, or worse insanity…

That cripples me. 

I shouldn’t care, but I do. 

I need confidence. 

I need drive. 

I need the carelessness of a drunk, with a sober-mind still intact. 

Words speak volumes, but they are so hard to form,

So I stare blankly.

The Umbrella 

Lightning isn’t all that violent,

When you have experienced the strike of a word.

Silence can be just as destructive,

I learned that when you slammed the door.

The door of your heart has been locked,

And the flood washed away the key.

Now I am left wondering, with all these questions, 

In a panic of finding security.

Where’s my umbrella?

Where’s my umbrella?

I need my umbrella,

To cover all that’s left of me.

The Hurricane

There is a hurricane blowing. 
It’s wild and uncontrollable. 

Completely reckless and destructive.

It has piercing winds that blow,

And relentless rains that flood.

The eye, being the steady calm, before more waves of troubled tantrums occur.
But as time passes,

It grows tired…

With each violent episode,

It surrenders. 

I am like the hurricane,

Though my winds are gusts of sharp words.

From frustration and irritability of misunderstandings,

And wrongfully expressing the inner parts of my soul… 

And for the rains that fall, 

Mine are more like teardrops, 

Escaping confused eyes, searching for mercy. 

Unlike the eye, mine is off balance and seemingly unsteady,

This being the opposite of still, leaves my mind a cluttered mess,

Leaving me on a mission to find an answer to end this disaster.

But as time passes,

I grow tired…

With each violent episode,

I surrender.