"What if I love her?!" He exclaimed, finally exasperated from the entirety of our conversation. There was a beat as I gradually recognized the weight in his question. "Do you?" I asked, my voice squeaking in an accidental whisper. My question hung in the night's muggy air as he searched his heart for answers and… Continue reading His Thoughts
Have you ever wondered what Death would say if he spoke out to humanity?
A short prayer from the depths of my heart in seeking forgiveness from the God who saves.
A short allegory about the Great Mountain Giants and how they handle adversity.
I wish they hadn't
To my best friend, who has put up with so much for me, I'm writing you this letter for dual purpose; serving as both an apology and a promise. This is not only directed to you, but it is also an apology and promise to myself. For as long as I can remember I have been… Continue reading Grace in the Moment
I’m in between classes at my small, liberal arts university in Northwest Arkansas. I sat down, turned on some Hillsong on Spotify, and began to start my daily time with the Lord. I opened my Bible and turned to Psalm 112 and began to read my one Psalm per day, which I’ve done the previous… Continue reading 1.12.17
60 second poetry.
In seven months I will be graduating and receiving a Bachelor of Science degree, thus this seemed like a fitting title. This beautiful creek marks the outermost perimeter of my college campus in Northwest Arkansas. It is a quiet and peaceful spot that I go to often when needing a little bit of rest. This photo was… Continue reading Two Parts H, One Part O
Dear man who thinks he's good enough for my best friend, You're not. But if you insist, there are a few things you need to be made very aware of before you steal my best friend. First off, you need to know that I loved her first- before you were even in the picture. We… Continue reading An Open Letter to my Best Friend’s Future Husband
To the Senior on their last, As I lounge in my college dorm room reflecting on the last three years of my life, mostly spent in the very room in which I now write, I can't help but let the memories flood into my scattered and disorganized thoughts. And I can't help but to wonder… Continue reading To the Senior on Their Last
Rain was forced horizontal by the raging wind as it beat against the mountainous rocks. Claps of thunder broke across the sky like cannonade in the night and the lightning split through the ominous clouds in indomitable purple streaks. The wind whipped through the mountain like a ravaging beast and hammered violently against the foliage, threatening to uproot its hold.… Continue reading Gentle Whispers