This is the first line of the rest of my life.

 

What you’ll find below isn’t polished. It isn’t branded. It’s lived.

This collection is where I gather the moments—raw thoughts, half-formed sermons, busted prayers, grief-fueled rants, and quiet revelations whispered at 3 a.m.

Some of it might sound like I’m bashing the church, the system, or the people I used to walk with. Maybe I am. But it’s not from hate. It’s from heartbreak. From memory. From a holy refusal to pretend things didn’t hurt when they did.

This is where I try to walk the Way with busted shoes and holy bruises.

Take your time. Read what calls to you. Come back when you need to.

This is a living record of one soul trying to stay honest with God—and not lose their damn mind in the process.