Vintage Heart

Welcome back to our second installment of the Gelsemine Correspondence, a fictional imagining of what might have occurred had two demons written letters back and forth to each other to try and lead a teenage girl astray. As always, this is a complete work of fiction that I wrote to try and portray the spiritual warfare we face, and how we respond to it.

It's the era of firsts on this blog- and today, I have for you the first issue of Doctrine & Doxology, my very own section on this blog dedicated to exploring the story, history, and doctrine of old hymns. Today, we're looking at one of my favorites: Before the Throne. Have you ever been mindlessly browsing spotify or youtube or whatever, zoning out while you scroll through music, and then suddenly one song leaps out at you and drags you into its death grip? That's me with

I'm finally sitting down to work on this blog, and having the vague realization that I didn't plan this out at all. But I'm going to take a breath and get some thoughts out anyway. I've never fully written or expressed any of this before (lucky you guys, getting all my ramblings!) but I think I've come to a good place with it, and hopefully I can get through it without being too confusing. I'll spare you all a lot of the details of this story, because it's not really mine. H

"If you do not work diligently to unravel the threads the Enemy has already begun to stitch on her heart, you will find her soul completely locked away from you before you know it."

Annnnnnndddddd we're back, going live from the commentator's booth where we're checking in on the fashions and history of the twentieth century to the present. In this post, we're going to wrap up our series on clothes, (noo!), and dive deeper into our fashions and standards today and why they matter (yay!!). Get yourself some popcorn and settle in, cause we're about to hit play and there won't be a rewind button! (Welcome back, reader. Was that intro totally cringe? Don't wo

And coupled with the crippling realization of who Jesus was was the very knowledge that he knew and saw the darkest of sins she’d committed. He hadn’t forgotten her, even when she’d forgotten him. And he bore the name of El Roi, the God who sees.  Ayala’s father had always marveled at that name for Yahweh. That the Lord of Heaven and Earth stepped close to His people and saw them for who they were. 

Ayala, our God is constantly finding his way back to his people. He doesn’t abandon us at the slightest hardship. And neither will his son.” 

The eternal, omnipotent God of Isreal was being held by a poor carpenter. 

"Our God loves to use what is humble and raise it to what is mighty. He blends simplicity and grace in the brightest and best of ways.” 

Welcome back to the second installment of Ayala's King ! I hope you all are loving this story as much as I loved writing it. Without further ado, here's part two! Part Two:  The Star  “Gather round, ye children, come, listen to the old, old story of the power of death undone by an infant born of glory. Son of God and Son of Man! So gather round, remember now, how creation held its breath, how it let out a sigh, and filled up the sky with the angels….  So sing out with joy for

Hey guys! Popping in to introduce my Christmas story. I'll be publishing this in different parts, so stay tuned for the rest! Thanks for reading, and I hope you all enjoy. ;)

Is it okay for Christians to read fantasy? There's a lot of discussion about this in today's Christian circles and churches. Everyone...