I think that, at the end of the day, none of us have the answers but we are all desperately attempting to put the pieces together, to finish the puzzle so we can take pride in our work.

Today we tell our young women to be strong, independent and to trust their own voices. But in this moment I’d lost my voice to someone else.

People should get to fall in love with whoever they please, no matter the ethnicity, gender, or religion. And faith has absolutely nothing to do with that because love is for everyone.

I’ve never been one to fit the stereotypes.

There are warrior angels who can fight demons.

The church can be extremely judgemental, lacks education on a series of issues, and likes to live in denial. 

Women need to be equipped to help those suffering miscarriage. Prior to experiencing this loss, I had believed many lies regarding it. And as I speak with women around me I see evidence that I’m not the only one.

All I want to be is a person who is joyous, who finds hope in the brokenness and light in the dark. I just want to fill and be filled, to bless other people as I have been blessed.

Arm yourself with God’s grace, with His passion, love, and strength. Wear His truth like armor, and go light the world.

Following God is not a competition, not a fleeting pleasure, not something that can negatively consume you and leave you empty, and still longing to be filled.