Grandma’s hands were loved more than she could ever understand.
Grandma’s Hands
Creative, Called and Still Figuring It Out
Some days, I feel unstoppable. Other days, I stare at a blank screen wondering if I’ve lost my spark. Most days? I’m somewhere in between—actively trying, still figuring it out, still choosing to show up even when I’m not sure how it’s all going to come together.
The Prodigal Son
I was building from a state of brokenness—serving my community while walking over the shattered pieces of my existence.
BABL 