*Disclaimer: Any views or opinions expressed (here and in other posts) regarding churches I attended are only opinions. My recounting of experiences is only as I remember them and should not be taken as the only possible experience someone had. My home life was not dictated by anyone other than the people in my home.Continue reading “Cracks // The Household”
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Perfectly Incomplete
About three weeks ago, I got engaged. Holy smokes. Is this real life? Maybe I should back up and tell you a little about Will. He’s my permanent boyfriend aka soon to be husband. He’s also my favorite person on the planet. Bold statement, I know. But I hope the person I’ve chosen to spendContinue reading “Perfectly Incomplete”
Cracks // Tragedy
What is a tragedy? A car accident? A school shooting? An abduction? A natural disaster? A Shakespearian story ending in ill-fated lovers’ suicides? The dictionary defines tragedy as “an event causing great suffering, destruction, and distress…” or if we want to take the more theatrical route “a play dealing with tragic events and having anContinue reading “Cracks // Tragedy”
Daddy Issues
We (sort of) recently celebrated father’s day. It tends to be a bittersweet day for me. It is a reminder of both good and bad. I love that we have a day to celebrate fathers. I love that we have days to celebrate parents. They should be celebrated. They have a hard job. Parents haveContinue reading “Daddy Issues”
The Lies We Love
“Truth is free”. I have it tattooed on my wrist. Why there? Why a tattoo? Because I need a permanent reminder that I cannot earn what is true. I need to be reminded that the truth of Christ’s death for me is not because of anything I did. It is there, a fact I cannotContinue reading “The Lies We Love”
Cracks // Summer 2004
Summer 2004 It’s business as usual this warm summer evening. We’ve already had dinner and mom is behind me in the kitchen making tuna grape salad for lunch tomorrow. Dad is in the living room with me watching TV, drinking Dr. Pepper, and eating potato chips. Every time I hear the chip crunch I typeContinue reading “Cracks // Summer 2004”
The Last Word
You’re going to learn a lot about my story as this blog continues but I’m not typically one for anything other than cannon-balling right in. I was inspired to start this whole thing to potentially gain a platform. I recently wrote a letter to the editor of my hometown newspaper. I don’t know what theyContinue reading “The Last Word”
“Cracks” // Spring 2005
Spring 2005 I pick up the wooden jewelry box and throw it across the room with all my might. As it soars towards the wall the clasp comes undone and the hinges slowly give way to allow the lid to fly open. What look like thousands of little silver crosses, chains, and faces of JesusContinue reading ““Cracks” // Spring 2005″
Broken Melodies 