Sometimes I pray over my keyboard, begging for words to emerge, for light to fly from my fingertips over these keys and onto a blank page. I like to watch my metatarsal tendons dance when I wiggle my fingers, as the joints make way for fibrous connective tissue to pull bone and muscle, magic escaping through each small space.
Sometimes the dance is messy, and the words don’t make sense. Sometimes they do.
But here’s the straight truth. I am a lost soul saved, ready for redemption. My purpose is to flourish- to become apart of this mad plan to make everything right. I’m not good, but one day I will be.
Here, you will find a seeker, a learner, a reader, a forgiver, a laugher who seeks the One who’s made her whole.