The words we read show us the world.
The words we speak show us our souls.
I care about words. They have power unlike anything else in this world to create and destroy. I’ve built my life on little marks on pages, and I can help you do the same.
Yet Shall We Live
My vision of Christianity wasn’t strong enough to account for my pain. It couldn’t blot my bleeding soul fast enough. The shadows snuck in too swiftly and too deep. I white–knuckled the cliffside of hope, my feet slipping on rocks that suddenly went slick with my own tears. In the face of pain, suffering, and death, it felt like Christianity as a religion, relationship, or ritual simply didn’t work.