here ...

a baby blog.

an altar.

a line in the sand.

marking the beginning of a journey

‘into the woods.’

with a rainbow through the clouds

reminding of God’s promises

to make ‘all things new.’

but pissed

to be completely honest.

what about the promise

to replace curses with blessings?

i have to hope.

Your ways are not my own.

if i do not

then Your words are not in me.

i am done not believing.

not knowing.

"ray charles? who's he?"

"nobody if you don't know."

you can only be a somebody

if you know who you are.

“i’ve never really talked in class before.”

“how does that make you feel?”

“here. it makes me feel here.”

i’m ready.

To journey. To remember. To hope. To believe. To know. To be …

HERE.