Pocketed Moments

It's days like this that remind me to persevere whenever I reach a day that's cold and rainy. Because when I'm cold, wet, and miserable, I can look back on this sunshine-saturated moment and smile. I can find happiness in that one moment of misery knowing that I will rest again in this moment where... Continue Reading →


The name Pharisee leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Religious leaders who practice laws . . . religious wolves whose teeth tear the sheep apart. They breathe schedules and routines and religious practices. Their heads swim in the Word, but when they come up for breath, all they breathe in is the air of... Continue Reading →

Tearing off Clothing Tags

I've always been told to make sure a piece of clothing fits before you tear the tag off. Because once the tag is off, the shirt, the shorts, the jeans, the jacket, the shoes . . . they're yours. No take backs. No returns. It's totally, utterly yours. For whatever reason, I felt the essence... Continue Reading →

Two to Tango

The words caught in my throat and echoed in my mind as soon as I typed them: "You can't be the one putting in 110% while he's over here reaping all the rewards and doing nothing. A relationship takes two to tango." My mind emptied, this phrase bouncing around in its resounding chamber like the... Continue Reading →

Mitch Wakely: Final Part

Here’s the thing about apathy—you plan to do one thing and then suddenly indifference takes over, leaving you to a day-long Netflix marathon on the couch. Honestly, I could’ve continued to show you different aspects of my life that apathy took over:  school, work, home. All you need to know, though, is that apathy seeps... Continue Reading →

Mitch Wakely: Part II

I start our journey in the church not because I spend every Sunday there, nor because most of my family and friends go here. I start here because it was where I met Apathy. One moment, I had joy—things were good in my life, and if they weren’t, then I trusted in the Almighty God.... Continue Reading →

Mitch Wakely: Part I

You probably know my name. You probably see my face multiple times as we stroll up and down the hallways of the church. Therefore, because of our casual acquaintance, you probably believe that you know everything about me. I’m just good ol’ Mitch Wakely, right? The 23-year-old man who has spent his whole life in... Continue Reading →


We have a way of taking the circumstances we’re in and clinging to them. We cling to them as if they are a boat out at sea, tossed about by the threatening waves of life and thundered upon by the raindrops of fate.  The waves rise and fall with rapid speed, and it takes all... Continue Reading →

Flying Anew

Failure is a sickness, a disgust, and a shame that boils my insides, rattles my bones, and shatters my heart. Everyone else’s expectations of me, and my own expectations of me, are nine feet, nine inches high and I’m expected to fly over them like it’s nothing even though I’m five foot four and I... Continue Reading →

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