What You Will Find on This Blog:
  • Unpolished but honest faith — Devos, side-eyes at Scripture, and spiritual deep-dives you didn’t see coming.
  • Laugh-out-loud parenting chaos — Tween sass. Toddler crimes. Jesus in the middle of it all.
  • Neurodivergent perspective — Real talk on ADHD, overstimulation, and holy meltdowns.
  • Hot Mess Scripture Remix— Because sometimes you need the Word… with subtitles for real life.
  • Relatable storytelling — Sometimes the gospel shows up in Amazon boxes, bubble wrap, and week-old shrimp.
  • Permission to be a holy work in progress — You don’t have to have it all together to be deeply loved by God.

What You Won't Find on This Blog:
  • Perfect lighting, matching outfits, or a curated aesthetic
  • 5 a.m. prayer routines I actually stick to
  • Guilt trips disguised as devotionals
  • Quiet time that’s actually quiet
  • Spiritually sanitized highlight reels
  • Judgment (unless it's about expired shrimp)
  • The idea that you have to have it all together to belong
  • Bible verses taken out of context just to sound inspirational on a tote bag
  • Platitudes instead of honesty
  • Shame for being real, loud, emotional
  • Pinterest-worthy perfection—because glue guns and I are no longer on speaking terms

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