The Cardinal on the Garden Bench
And there he is.The same red cardinal, perched like clockwork on our old garden bench.
Come sit in the sacred with me. There’s holiness here, even in the heaviness.
This isn't just another blog within Holy Hot Mess Sundays, and it isn't where I come to be strong. This is where I come to exhale. Where I praise and praise again, with joy. Where I also lay down the guilt, the shame & the spiraling thoughts that say, "you're not enough."
Where I meet God in grief, in worship, in prayer, in wonder.
The heartbreak and the healing.
The questions and the quiet.
The tear-stained prayers and the whispered praise.
The days when I feel broken…
And the days when I feel God's nearness so closely, I could weep from joy.
Here is where I write the moments too sacred for punchlines.
It’s not always pretty.
But it’s always holy.
And if you’ve ever needed a place to fall apart or fall to your knees in praise—
You belong here too.
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Sorry is Holy Too
Let me start off by saying that yes, I make lots of mistakes.But today I started something different afterward. I want to keep this mindset. I will strive to keep this mindset. For my children,And for all of those that I love, and they love. Today....I reacted too fast.My tone was sharp.My words landed harder than I meant them to.This has happened before, but today?Today God interfered. Today, I saw it on my children's faces—That flicker of confusion, the sting of disappointment, the flinch of a heart learning what it means to trust.
I Didn’t Come Clean—I Came Needing Cleansing! (My Testimony)
Before You Read...This one’s different. This isn’t just a story—it’s my story. Not a devotional. Not a quick post. Not something I wrote for likes. This is something I actually journaled the day before I got baptized. It’s real. It’s raw. It’s long. And honestly? I almost didn’t share it.
Some Days, I’m a Human Pinball (and Somehow, Still God’s Masterpiece)
ADHD isn't just forgetfulness. It's grief. It's shame. It's wondering why your brain is loud when the room is quiet and blank when someone needs an answer.
This is fine (But, Like, In Christian) [UPDATED 7/20/2025]
This week almost broke me.
The World Says He’s His History. But Jesus Says He’s His Healing.
The world loves to label people by where they’ve been.
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