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.

My heart was too big for my body, so I let it go.

We are ghosts, hungry for something bigger than what our lips are kissing.

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

We become extraordinary when we realize how extraordinary our existence is.

Love is a broken vase whose shape everyone remembers differently.

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