I've always been in love with stories since I read my first Magic Tree House book and this is why: Feelings are universal. Stories are universal and when they combine, I receive a tangible piece of hope. I can read someone's story and identify with why they are the way they are or who they are and there's something beautiful knowing that you aren't alone in your doubt, confusion, faith, or lack thereof. I'm inviting you, yes you, into the whole and broken pieces of my heart. This blog is me coming clean--- to myself, God, and you because coming clean is running straight into Jesus' arms-- feeling loved, secure, and home. This space, this blog here is home for me. It's the place where I can be me, take off my shoes, and eat jolly ranchers as I watch One Tree Hill. I started reading to escape from my world then one day I started to write. Welcome to my journey! Come in, have a seat. Let's chat. There's room for everyone here.
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Category Archives: Foster Care
It shouldn’t hurt this bad. You were never there to begin with. I don’t know you. I have no recollection of you. It shouldn’t hurt this bad that you left Dad, because it did. It does Dad. Seventeen years without … Continue reading
“What are you worried about?” My youth pastor asked me this question today and instead of saying I don’t know, the truth, I said absolutely nothing, kind of shrugged, and looked away inadvertently (obviously), avoiding the question. What I really … Continue reading
I. Am. Wrecked. My heart is beginning to shatter. My back is about to break. My body is bruised and I am ever so weary. Last week, I had a friend text me and say, “Embo, ya know, sometimes you’re … Continue reading