this is where I post things I write
shifting perspectives.
shattering stereotypes.
breaking boxes.
this is Grace’s blog.

i took redemption for granted
what about the times when I didn’t let the restorer in?
what about the times when i experienced redemption yet took it for granted?
restoration is a process. healing takes time. you may make mistakes along the way but read this and be strengthened by grace.

let the restorer in | journal entry
heartbroken, recovering from the rush of running to temporary highs, and feeling lonely led me to my knees. where i found the only love my soul could finally rest in. let the restorer in and watch him heal what only He can.

undo my resolve
what if healing starts when the right words undo everything others convinced you to believe about yourself? let reading this undo your resolve to remain stuck in lies that bind.

nothing you can take from me (pt. 3)
let the world take what it wants — I’ve got something it can never touch.
this isn’t just a poem. it’s a bold resolve to stand firm when life caves in, to hold tight to what can’t be taken. read it when you're ready to fight back with peace, purpose, and identity that can’t be taken away.

nothing you can take from me (pt. 2)
let the world take what it wants — I’ve got something it can never touch.
this isn’t just a poem. it’s a bold resolve to stand firm when life caves in, to hold tight to what can’t be taken. read it when you're ready to fight back with peace, purpose, and identity that can’t be taken away.

nothing you can take from me (pt. 1)
let the world take what it wants — I’ve got something it can never touch.
this isn’t just a poem. it’s a bold resolve to stand firm when life caves in, to hold tight to what can’t be taken. read it when you're ready to fight back with peace, purpose, and identity that can’t be taken away.

the scathing & the ripping
the scathing. the ripping. read to see what kind of pain leads to saving.

grace waits poem pt. 2
Grace waits quietly, not to shame us, but to free us. I wrote this from a place of defeat. But God met me with grace. Maybe you need that reminder too. ❤️

grace waits poem pt. 1
Grace waits quietly, not to shame us, but to free us. I wrote this from a place of defeat. But God met me with grace. Maybe you need that reminder too. ❤️

the pain of change pt. 2
the pain of change is so real. as I reflect on this year, I see how much I’ve changed and with that has come some inevitable growing pains. read part 2 of the pain of change for some hope even in the midst of all the changes 🪙♡

the pain of change pt. 1
the pain of change is so real. as I reflect on this year, I see how much I’ve changed and with that has come some inevitable growing pains. read for some hope even in the midst of all the changes 🪙♡

how could the fullness of God be contained in a man?
“God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him.” Colossians 1:19. Him, being Jesus. How could the fullness of God be contained in a man? How could perfection dwell in sin? How could this great love come as a baby and one day sprawl out his body on the cross? I invite you too see how I answer these questions with adoration and deep thought.

little things
if you’ve been feeling like the mundane of life is weighing you down, this one’s for you♡

nothing to prove
nothing to prove
nobody else to be
nothing else to see
except for my love's eyes staring right back at me
how can someone so holy love a sinner like me, whose hands are filthy?
i will never know… it'll take a life to uncover such a wonderfully beautiful mystery

i’ve fallen in love with life again
I’ve fallen in love with life again
no longer wrapped up in addiction
because of this love i find myself falling in

a thousand rainfalls
a thousand rainfalls
could pour out of me
but when the emotions are gone and the fog of life has faded away
may my eyes be forever set on you, everyday


breaking boxes pt. 2
We’re all much more multifaceted than a simple screen and the media we see. Letting go of what others think and my own self-loathing, I can truly say I get to experience breaking free from every box that’s tried to keep me trapped. and I’m here to show you that you can too.

breaking boxes. pt. 1
We’re all much more multifaceted than a simple screen and the media we see. Letting go of what others think and my own self-loathing, I can truly say I get to experience breaking free from every box that’s tried to keep me trapped. and I’m here to show you that you can too.
goodbyes. (journal entry)
closing one chapter and stepping into the next. if you're going through a transition or just saying bye to lots of things lately, this one's for you ♡