poem

Life is complicated, messy, hard to understand. And that's exactly what makes it beautiful.

Sometimes, in our preparation for war, we are the ones creating the fight.

The greatest inspiration often comes through pain.

What if the accusations against us are right? What if we're the monsters they say we are? We don't think they are, but could that be part of the problem?

In the midst of the storm of brokenness, peace comes from the tender heartbeat of God.

I wake up each morning hoping and praying that you'll still be here.