The first altar I built was made to hold a man, and it could not bear the weight of him. The one I stand at now holds up the sky.
worship
The Voice Restored
Twelve weeks since the worst day of my life, my voice came back. The night I sang again, the floodgates opened. The week my book hit #1. The truth about reclaiming a voice in three places at once — and the cost of refusing to stay silent.
These Bones Will Say
I've never been able to make typical affirmations work for me. It's easy to lie about myself, but it's difficult to lie about who God is—especially when I'm surrounded by His grandeur at the sunrise every morning.
Writer's Growth 