cold tears hit my fingers. i think of the first time we met…

Life may knock you down and the struggle may leave a limp but you'll get back up and breathe in hope once again.

Wrestling is exhausting. Wrestling is hard. Who am I and who will I be when it feels like the wrestling has taken the best out of me?
Jacob wrestled with God all night.

But what if he was wrestling within himself for the last 20 years? What if he wrestled with defeat and shame long before he wrestled with God face to face?

For the girls who feel the weight of their decisions will outweigh the grace God freely gives. For the one who feels lonely and like nobody sees her. For those of us who feel like our heartbreak is too much to ever be mended or healed back to wholeness again.

For the girls who feel the weight of their decisions will outweigh the grace God freely gives. For the girls who feel lonely and like nobody sees them. May it bring hope to those of us who feel like our heartbreak is too much to ever be mended or healed back to wholeness again.

my mind bein’ spent on You

here are 24 takeaways from a girl who is still figuring out how to live. May they enrich you & remind you of the depth you’re called to live in.

Who will I be? What will my life look like? The ups, the downs, the trials and tears in between – what is the point of the difficulty of living?

Haven't we all wrestled with questions like these?

you know what to say, a phrase I use often with my friends once we hang

who am I to assume what others are from my skewed view?

my vision is a tunnel, limited by my human gaze

narrow and unable to see all the history and pain people face