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Stop Wasting God’s Time

The American Dream is kind of misleading. It started off in the early days of our country that you could come to a new place, start over, make a life for you and your family. I think it has been reworked a bit into something that is more reflective of the desire of our culture and less about its original ideals. Now, the American Dream says that if you work hard, you can get what you want. We can look at the news and see that it is not true. Thousands of undocumented people work their tail off only to sit in the fear of deportation. College students sit in their cubicle jobs and watching their dreams waste away. And…

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Hope is…

I had the opportunity to collaborate with a spoken word artist/ dear friend of mine, @DavidGodwin. He is SO very excellent, and this was such a fun project. Check it out here, and if you would like, read the poetry under the video. Hope - David Godwin Hope is an impossible candle in wettest storm A flickering light that sets ablaze the night It is the fight in the smallest atom Bombs over the biggest blockade, It is the rain in driest desert It is not a mirage For mirages are merely wishes And wishing can only wash the outside of dreams clean It cannot redeem Exfoliate the place most inwardly incapacitated The wretched broken red thread of death lining the…

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I am not Worthy to Be Loved

I’m anxiety prone. I can’t help thinking about the few next hours, days, months, years ahead with big decisions in my life, and while being a planner can be a great thing, the flip side of that coin is that for recovering type-a personalities, like me, not seeing the the path between point A and point B freaks me out. The grand “what if” of life is the biggest mountain in front of me, and I continually must dismiss it to the sea because otherwise, I would not be able to function... I have a girlfriend now. Shocking for some of you who know my past, exciting for those of you who have walked with me into this new season…

Personal Update

You Deserve a Reason: my new journey to CGA

Hey Guys. If you haven't been keeping up with what I've posted all over social media, I just put in my 2 weeks notice at my job and OH MY GOSH! It was the best thing. I wanna say this though: I love everyone at my job. They are the most amazing people. The job itself? I can do without that. So, what's next? I have accepted an offer to apprentice at the Center for Global Action, the ministry school of A in Gainesville, GA. I'll be starting the Worship Track, which means I will be studying a certain coursework based around the theology and practice of worship arts. I'm so freaking excited about this. I'm finally taking a step…

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you don’t have to beg for love

I remember cold air on my warm face. I remember the orange glow of the cigarette on his face as I took another drag, and passed it over to share. I took a the last swing from the can and threw it off the roof, as was customary at these kinds of parties. Is that really what you want to do? Even after hurting you? Even after he cheated on you? I didn’t have the vocabulary at the time to explain self-worth to him, or that he was worthy of so much more because I had no self-worth myself. I had no idea that I too was worthy of better. I just wanted what was in front of me. These hands, interwoven…

Life

A Belated Thanksgiving

My pastor's father passed away this past Monday. He was 81 years old and I was told that he didn't really know who his family was for about the past year. "My prayer has just been, 'Lord, take him,'" my pastor remarked. He had grieved the loss of his father already, in some ways. I still can't understand why he was standing in front of me, with the countdown starting on the projection screen behind us, preparing for a worship service, pouring into me, despite all that he had to have poured out this week. I know that I couldn't have. I'm selfish. I would take all the time in the world to mourn what I needed to mourn, and…

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You see, there’s this girl…

I’ve been walking this weird path of reinventing myself, or “rebranding” as people in the blogging world call it. I’ve been curating my content so that it is a bit easier to swallow, so that it is a little more relatable to a wider audience. Ever since then I’ve been struggling write anything that I think is of any value. It feels kind of contrived. Like I know what readers will want to read. I know what people are going to respond to. I know what will get circulated and retweeted, and I haven’t actually written anything about me in a while. Which is why I started writing in the first place, right? I started Confessions to tell my story,…