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    The Thing About Heartbreak

    I chose this picture bc this is what it looks like on the other side 🙂 Somebody asked me recently why I write about brokenness so much. The truth is there’s a lot of hurting and broken people. In my 22 years the Lord has allowed me to see a lot of brokenness in my own life. Death. Rejection. Shattered hopes. And maybe in the moment I couldn’t see what was going on behind the curtain, but now I believe without a shadow of doubt it all had one purpose—ministry. “there are many sorts of broken hearts, and Christ is good at healing them all.” -Charles Haddon Spurgeon. The thing…

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    Don’t Miss the Mud

      And that’s okay, you don’t have to be… “If love endured that ancient cross, how precious is my savior’s blood? The beauty of heaven wrapped in my shame. The image of love upon death’s frame. If having my heart was worth the pain what joy could you see beyond the grave? If love saw my soul worth dying for, how wonderful? How glorious? My saviors scars victorious. My chains are gone, our debt is paid. From death to life and grace to grace.” Hillsong Worship, Grace To Grace Babes! I’m currently writing to you from the sky! Seat 14E to be exact. I’m in the middle and I have…

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    Girl Gang: The Movement

    Khloe Kardashian once said, “What happened to women fixing each other’s crowns instead of trying to knock the others crown off?” And I felt that. Think about it, we are living in the age of the woman and outwardly we do a great job of #StandingWith and #MarchingOn, but behind pretty captions and closed doors insecurity is a cancer to our generation. Instead of celebrating the success of our sisters, we compare and compete at the expense of our own peace. “With the same mouth we praise our Lord and Father and curse men who are made in God’s likeness with it.” James 3:9-10 Hey, I get it. I am…

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    You Are Here

    Joy is the serious business of Heaven. -C.S. Lewis My new life in my new city starts something like this: 5:00AM alarm one goes off until alarms two and three go off at 5:30 and 5:45. My eyes open just enough for my hands to find the door before my shuffling little feet do. I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror having a silent conversation with myself trying to justify stretching that dry shampoo just one more day. I decide that washing it would be best for everyone involved. I shuffle play my “Hood Things and Also Worship” Spotify playlist and we proceed to get this thing poppin’…

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    How’s Your Heart?

      “Besides this, knowing the time, it is already the hour for you to wake up from sleep, for now our salvation is nearer than when we first believed. The night is nearly over, and the daylight is near, so let us discard the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light.” Romans 13:11-12 As I read this passage in the quiet, early hours of a really bad Tuesday morning, peace and promise began to wash over and flood every corner of my sleepy little space. I could feel the urgency in the Lord’s presence. I’m right here. Just hold on a little bit longer. I promise it’s almost…

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    Instagram, Sex and the Gospel

    *Cue the dancing lobsters and snickering seventh grade boys.* “Unreserved, unrestrained. Your love is wild, Your love is wild for me. It isn’t shy, it’s unashamed; Your love is proud to be seen with me. You don’t give Your heart in pieces. You don’t hide Yourself to tease us. Your love’s not fractured. It’s not a troubled mind. It isn’t anxious. It’s not the restless kind. Your love’s not passive. It’s never disengaged. It’s always present. It hangs on every word we say. Love keeps its promises. It keep its word. It honors what’s sacred. ‘Cause its vows are good. Your love’s not broken. It’s not insecure. Your love’s not selfish. Your love is pure.” Pieces, Steffany Gretzinger I know that not everyone who stumbles across these words knows Jesus or has a relationship with…

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    Kissing the Wave

    First and foremost—I promise you that this not a ploy to trick you into believing that I have it all together at twenty-one, because, not even close. Just ask anyone who has come in contact with me in the last week. They’re all reading this rolling their eyes—we know. If anything it is the exact opposite and if it is any consolation to you, I’m writing this from my halfway made bed at 12:37 a.m. featuring acne cream, a blue sock, a black sock and minty-fresh retainer. “I don’t understand, maybe I never will. That’s when You come rushing in.” This has been the song of my heart for sometime…

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    Dear Lovely,

    Jesus to me two hours before my alarm was supposed to go off this morning: Get up! Hurry! Get out your pen, I don’t want you to miss this!  Man, I am so glad that I didn’t. These are real words, exactly as they are in the pages of my journal, just as the Lord gave them to me. For every lie that enemy has planted in my ear, Jesus countered. He will do the very same for you. I feel entirely exposed publishing this, because they are from the deepest, most intimate places in my heart, but I believe from those same places that He has a word for you this…

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    Valentine’s Day: Let’s Talk About It

    Let’s get this out of the way, say it with me, class: this is not a shot at a shameless plug. This is real life. Okay so yeah, it’s February 14th. A man-made holiday like any other. Yesterday was February 13th and tomorrow will be February 15th, business as usual. But for some of us—this is not just Tuesday. For some of us, we avoid this day like the plague as it holds blatantly red and pink reminders of deep heartache and brokenness that somehow smell just like roses. Ugh rude.  For others of us—this is it. This is the mother of all days. Your middle name is Russell Stover. You’ve got it…

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    A Tired Hallelujah

    “Restore to me the joy of Your salvation and give me a willing spirit.” Psalm 51:12 “Consider me and answer, Lord my God. Restore brightness to my eyes; otherwise, I will sleep in death.” Psalm 13:3 I don’t know about you, but my hallelujah these days is puffy-eyed and groggy. Exhausted, in the most raw sense. Somewhere in the mix it has become a quiet chore. Somewhere along the way I stopped expecting and started living on yesterday’s word, which became last week’s, which became last month’s. And this is not to say that the Lord cannot or will not fall fresh on scripture that you have read a million times, but…