Bring me into the wilderness.

This chapter is being written because I would much rather write & listen to Ellie Holcomb than study for a Spanish test because Spanish does not define me. Spanish is not my strong suit, not my calling. And I’m in a desert. A dry, barren, lonely desert. There is nothing lonelier than being stuck in…

Hold my hand on my down days.

“Would You come & tear down the boxes that I have tried to put You in? Let love come, teach me who You are again.” I can honestly say that God hit me with His best shot…but not at all how I thought He would. I thought He would do it in late nights with…

I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself.

And I knew that in those moments, that’s what it felt like to love people from the depths of my soul. Deep-belly laughs & endless cups of coffee & hand holding. This was the stuff of life. This was what I missed. Somewhere between the calligraphy & painting on a bulletin board in Morgan &…

I’m not sorry for crying.

And when the ball started to drop, there was something inside of me that said no no no, let it stay 2014. I hate change. “You should get to dance inside of all the things you used to have to be sorry for.” HB. This break was incredibly challenging, mentally. I think I finally had…