I’m not God. But I also don’t agree with this. — In my unsolicited opinion, I don’t think it is right. I think you have chosen the wrong candidate. You have picked the wrong blood to latch onto. Your calcium buildup is not wanted here. I don’t understand what gave you the right. My oldest brother has been trying this for decades. Why not…

Grab a coffee? Let’s catch up. — When I arrived here it was dark. It was chaos. It was a cry for help. It was a subtle push of myself to deal. To get rigorously honest. To be real. To pull each layer back. I can’t say I’m healed. I can’t say the journey is over. But…

Destroying old habits… for good. — Growth is confusing in the route that it takes us. It is normally not an enjoyable roller coaster, but at the end there is a heightened adrenaline rush that feels like you can take on the world. Until God assigns the first “exam”. In this, I am learning the importance…

And No. is a full sentence. — There is something to be said about the expectations we place on the people closest to us. …

Exposing my illogical fear. — It is vivid.. It feels so real. My body tense with the anxiety.. Frozen in fear. My psychiatrist called it “intrusive thinking” Intrusive thoughts are thoughts that seem to become stuck in your mind. They can cause distress, since the nature of the thought might be upsetting. They may also…

Is brokenness just around the bend? I’ve never met a man like you. One that is so driven, so focused. Poised, yet humble. A protector, a presider, a provider. Leader by nature. I’ve never been with a man as hard as you. One that has their own way of operating…

But fear not, we are keeping the dog. — Earlier this year I found myself pondering heavily over the idea of having children. I’ll spare you the details and simply let you read deeper in to those thoughts, here… It has been about a month since I wrote that piece and I can confidently report back that the final…

Walking in Love. With just You. Could it be, could it really be, that it is just you and me? The boy is asleep, and it’s not even eight, could it be? For a moment in time, you press play, the melody begins, Your hands around my waist, you pull me…

The sweetest Valentines Day gift, I ever imagined. — So dreams do come true. This weekend my sweet man and I decided to look at puppies. (If you read my post about the dreams I had of Junior, you will understand the significance) We had a big “talk” about how we were just going to look and we would…