We are shaped significantly by our failures and trauma. Almost more so than our successes. I don’t know why that is, but I am fantastic at remembering the dates that shaped me. I am terrified that I am no good at all. After five years of seminary and a decade of professed faith, I tremble … More Fraud

Keep Forgiving

What’s crazy about this post is that I have had it written since November 8th. I opened it on December 31st at 2am, for one last view before it posted on January 1st and everything changed. What was written prior were the musings of a dog licking their wounds that were entirely avoidable. What follows … More Keep Forgiving


Tuesdays begin early. Alarm ringing at 5:30am, telling me I have 30 minutes more of rest before I need to get up. School begins in an hour and a half. You know 7:00am is real early to discuss when the union between soul and body. I love it. By the time, my mind arrives my … More Tuesday

Thirty-One Days Ago

Thirty-one days ago, I postponed my 27th birthday. My existence was in too fragile of a space to generate emotions, positive or negative. I just needed to know that I could live. Much has happened in the past month. There have been days where anhedonia set in so deeply that even food was not captivating. I … More Thirty-One Days Ago

Solo Vacations

It only took a day for me to find out, I don’t vacation well. I make hasty decisions. When I think back to adult decisions I have made, I have never spent more than 5 minutes before I have said yes. I know I should be a better Christian and “pray about it”, but God gives … More Solo Vacations


The Resurrection of Jesus Christ embodies the conquering of death by the Source of Life. I believe this as truth. I believe that death has been conquered for me. So, that when my physical bodies withers, I am brought to real eternal life with God. So, what do I do here? Suspended in a real … More Life


My alarm goes off at 6:30am. I sit up and open the Bible laying next to me. Isaiah one and two. God’s Word saturates my soul. The exhausted eyes find life in words riddled with life. I close my eyes to see my Father. His face is ever-present. He directs me to every classroom at … More Breakdowns


poustinia (Russian: пустынь) is a small sparsely furnished cabin or room where one goes to pray and fast alone in the presence of God. The word poustinia has its origin in the Russian word for desert (пустыня) It was Holy Saturday, on my nightstand sat Richard Foster’s Celebration of Discipline. I turned to the chapter titled, Solitude. … More Poustinia

Music Monday: Be Exalted by Watoto Children’s Choir

Confession: I typically hate the sound of children singing. They never know the lyrics nor can they carry a tune. So, they make up notes and words. It drives me nuts. Weirdly, I am a fan of Kidz Bop. Those kids have stellar voices and their harmonies are superb. Unfortunately, Kidz Bop kids only sing … More Music Monday: Be Exalted by Watoto Children’s Choir