You cannot shine if you are unused, for then you will rust and deflate.

During the prayers of the day, there was one less “amen”.

Lately I find myself staring at people’s faces... I find myself frantically searching through the crowds for one face. I don’t find that face; I cry inside. Weeping for the identity I know no more.

I found that when it hurt, sometimes the most effective response was to feel the pain rather than wish it away or pretend it was not there.

I don’t know what more to say... I did not follow up in the days to come. I did not, I did, I should, I could... Just like that, I let that entire ordeal go.

This book is written in a barren period of loss with an attempt to move forward towards substance.

The point of departure is a lack of explanations.

I could smell the food fill up my hunger before the order was even placed.

We are designed to dance. To use our bodies as weapons of grace, beauty and intrigue. We are designed to stretch until we master growth. To replace old dead cells and be physically renewed each moment. So challenges don’t destroy us, they just should make us dance more swiftly and passionately. For when we dance we please God. Especially when we dance in brokenness.

Instead of hating, my heart cries mercy! Mercy on me! Mercy on me! Mercy on me!