Walk through this with me. Through this church birthed of blood and muscle where every move our arms take, every breath we swallow is worship. Bend with me. There are bones in our throats. If we choke it is only on songs.

You are quite the beauty. If no one has ever told you that before, know that right now. You are quite the beauty.

Love is a broken vase whose shape everyone remembers differently.

I know sometimes, that all it takes to be invincible, is to know you are such.

I want my words and actions to be the quantification of my love. To make tangible the passions in my heart for the world and the people in it.

I dream too much, and I don't write enough, and I'm trying to find God everywhere.

Believe me when I tell you my soul has squeezed into narrow spaces.