Shattered Silence

Maybe It’s Okay Before I graduated from Ohio Christian University, I was given the privilege to work for both the Writing Center and Media Team.   During one of my Media Team shifts, I had the unique opportunity to interview 2018 graduates of the Adult Graduate studies program, in which I got to meet a wonderful woman who had not only survived human trafficking but now gone on to make a name for herself.   After the interview, I had tears in my eyes at the vulnerability and truth of her story.   Immediately following, I went home, wrote with passion, and sent the report to my team.   What I got back in an email, however, left a taste as bitter as spoiled milk in my mouth something to the extent of: “I really wish we could publish something like this, but it’s too real and raw. We have to maintain the standards of the college professionally and only present the best information that upholds that integrity.” And nothing against my college (because I love i...

Catch my newest Blog featured on "No Small Life" at the link below. So blessed and honored to be given the opportunity to write for this wonderful couple. I hope you enjoy "What I Learned Playing Hide and Seek". https://nosmalllife.me/what-i-learned-playing-hide-seek/

Busy Never Stops   Since the beginning of November, I have been extremely overwhelmed, overbooked, oversensitive, overworked, and overstressed, to say the least.   Following up my Fall 2018 semester with four months of Student Teaching (starting in January) that would lead to graduation, it was clear that my mental, physical, social, emotional, and spiritual life was (is) crumbling.   From a serious acne breakout to stomach issues, depression, anxiety, and burnout, it was becoming clear to me that despite my wonderful boyfriend, dance team, supportive friends, and powerful God, that without taking time to rest, I would only further continue to widen and deepen my hole of despair.   Reading a Devotional one cool winter evening, as I snuggled deep into the comfort of my heated blanket, the warmth of more than just the sheet itself began to press itself upon my soul.   Hearing the words come to life like narrators reading their smoked and softly primed mo...

When Words Fail To Speak.     Hey there.    Sorry I haven't posted a lot recently.    If I'm being honest, I'm going through some stuff, but as a writer, writing heals, and for that I am thankful.     Yet, despite what I am going through, I believe that God is with me even when I don’t sense His presence.      Being real with you, the past few months have been very rough on me.    I can’t feel the Holy Spirit, am very confused about life and circumstances, and it seems that the more I pray, read Scripture, and soak in the Word, the worse and more depressed I feel.    However, if I have learned anything while my time in college the past few years, it would be that true faith is found in these moments. The moments where we can’t feel anything or know for certain.      But faith is not a feeling, and, therefore, my belief in God is not contingent on the circumstances that do or ...

When Hunger Pains Strike I don’t know about you, but I probably get “hangry” a bit more often than I should, especially if it includes lack of cereal and granola in the diet.   But all jokes regarding physical food aside, what about when we are hungry for something that food and water can’t satisfy?   Like the Sahara Desert running deep inside of our veins, what happens when we are starving for things that only God can provide? In the Scriptures of Psalm 107:9, the Psalmist remarks, “For He satisfies the longing soul, and the hungry soul He fills with good things” (Psalm 107:9, ERV).   Like eagles, we are hungry and dependent on God to fill us up in an overflowing manner.   Just as a mother bird provides for her young, so too does God dig up our nourishment and feed it into our bodies that are often frail and weak from lack of His power within us.   Therefore, perhaps it is good to be dry and empty, hungry , no starving, so that He can fill us back u...