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

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.

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.

Love is a broken vase whose shape everyone remembers differently.

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.

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