We all want to walk on water, or maybe just have the faith to walk on water. We want to stand upright, confident, fearless and successful. And that's okay. But there's beauty in the drowning, too.
My final semester at Alabama was not been a walk in the park, but I have a lot to rejoice in.
Having him as my neighbor was so good. But when you love, you don't expect hurt, and you never think the unimaginable will happen until it does.
Sometimes I struggle to know Jesus.
This semester I've said the phrase, "I'm not feeling myself" countless times.
To Rebecca Walden, Brock Turner, and the Church: a word on rape culture.
Dear diary, Sometimes I lose myself.