This Was Supposed To Be A Nap, Not A Whole Ministry

I was, mid-meltdown (mine, not the toddler’s — though he was gearing up), ugly crying over a cold chicken nugget.
Overwhelmed, overstimulated, and seriously under-caffeinated.

I started by praying and asking God simple but heavy questions:
“How do I hold my temper and really listen to You?"
"How do I stop taking my frustrations out on my kids?"
"How do I be normal — and truly Christian?”

I’m a new creation, baptized just a year ago, still fumbling through what faith looks like in a messy life.
Then I started having dreams—quiet but powerful—telling me to find the good in everything, even in my ADHD, my overstimulated mind, and all the messy parts of life I often try to hide.

And I heard this:
“You’re supposed to share these stories.”

So here I am—no perfect plan, no polished image—just honest, messy, real stories of faith, struggle, grace, and hope.

AND..... because maybe you’re here for the same reason: to know that it’s okay to be a holy hot mess.
Spoiler: I never got that nap.

The Blog I Needed But Couldn’t Find — So I Made It Loud and Weird

I searched everywhere for a blog like this — real, messy faith for those juggling ADHD and chaos — but found nothing.
So, I made the space I wished existed.
I didn’t need a blog that pretended life was cute and quiet. I needed one that could handle snack crumbs, spiritual side-eyes, and toddler screams without flinching. One that didn’t assume I journaled daily by candlelight or had ever once in my life finished a devotional in the order it was written.

I needed something with unfiltered honesty and actual humor—a space where I could wrestle with God and laugh at my own chaos. Not just faith content, but faith content that felt like it was written by someone who also loses their keys while praying.

So here it is. Holy Hot Mess Sundays. A little raw. A little ridiculous. A lot of grace.