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    Underdressed

    Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly felt uncomfortably overdressed or worse 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡. like a feverish, throbbing red thumb on the hand of social status. you stand there at the threshold of the door looking in, taking mental inventory of your closet at home & sizing up the competition. as you mingle you feel an awkward urgency, an almost obligation to slip in an explanation for your outfit choice OR if you’re anything like me, you hide behind your mildly self-deprecating, wildly charming humor & you force them to be okay with it. i think the same can go for us spiritually. you walk into a room, or…

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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 to…

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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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    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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    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 of the word. 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…

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    A Prayer For the Anxious One

    “Holy One, thank you for my place at Your feet. Even in the midst of everything else, you made room for me. My Champion, you step into the pages of my story—You win.  Darkness cannot exist in Your light (Micah 7:8). Teach me to call it out. Mighty Warrior, You rejoice with me. Let the song you sing over me be the anthem of my life (Zephaniah 3:17). Fear, bow. Sickness, heal. Anxiety, cancelled in the name of Jesus. Your Word ordains my victories (Psalm 44:4). You alone are my mountain of refuge and source of strength. I trust You. (Psalm 28:7). Today I will walk confidently before the throne, as Esther did—like the heir that I am (Hebrews 4:15,…

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    If Ceilings Could Talk: Genesis 1

    I found this picture in my camera roll. It’s the ceiling of the Georgia Dome in Atlanta, Georgia–that this week–some 55,000 eighteen to twenty-four year olds sat enamored under, listening to the hope of the Gospel being communicated by some of the greats. I thought it was only fitting for the word that the Lord has given me this morning. Today is the first day following Passion 2017. It’s like December 26th all over again. You know what I’m talking about. The day after Christmas when all the hype is now past-tense and you’re surrounded by all of this new stuff and you don’t even know where to begin doing something…

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    Faucet Water

      Greetings from the twilight zone. Been a little while, eh? I guess it always will be. For those of you who have followed my blog for any period of time, first of all, let it be known that you are a Rockstar. Mean it. Capital R. Bold. Times New Roman font size 87. And me? I am your groupie. Taking time away from you, was never originally my intention, it never is. Sometimes you just get weary of your own vulnerability and want to put a “gone to lunch. be back never” sign over the door of your transparency and pretend like life is really what it seems on Instagram. If only, if only…