noise

This week I felt too tired. Too tired to sing, too tired to pray, too tired to move forward. About one year ago I felt I had hit a wall. I remember explicitly shouting to God when we were just one-on-one, "God, I've hit a wall!". ┬áThe moment I said it, I had this feeling … Continue reading noise

autumn.

There's something about the first encounter with the crisp autumn air that flings me back to memories in the prayer room, 9 years ago. It was walking through those cold winds while sipping one too many pumpkin lattes in that transformative season that I first learned how to grieve, mourn, and release. How I first … Continue reading autumn.