Journal
Grace for the Impatient Artist
Starting something new often brings a rush of energy—followed by a flood of doubt. After days of pouring my heart into launching this blog, I found myself facing old fears: What if no one reads it? What if I lose interest? What if I’m not enough? But tonight, I’m learning to pause, be patient with my process, and cling to what’s true, pure, and praiseworthy—just as Philippians 4:8 reminds. This is me, slowly unlearning self-sabotage and learning grace.
Talent can only get you so far.
He spent over 2,000 hours teaching himself piano from scratch—stumbling at first, then slowly finding his voice. His story is proof that greatness doesn’t start with talent; it starts with showing up. If you’ve been waiting for a sign to return to your craft, this is it.
Halfway Through the Year—How Are You Doing?
Halfway through 2025, I find myself reflecting on the weight I tried to carry alone—real, pressing concerns about family, the future, work, and the state of the world. I clung to them tightly, thinking they could sustain me. But they didn’t. In the breaking, I was reminded: I was never meant to carry these burdens alone. Little by little, I’m learning to lay them down at Jesus’ feet—and to trust that He is still in the boat, still in control, even when the storm hasn’t passed.
Creating Art with the “Tortured Artist” Mindset
I used to write to survive. Now I write from a place of healing—no longer creating just to bleed, but to bless. Not every brushstroke needs to come from brokenness. Sometimes, wholeness tells the better story.
When Tomorrow Feels Heavy, Remember Who Holds It
An old hymn brought me back to my sister’s final days—a season marked by quiet strength and unshakable faith. In a world full of uncertainty, I’m learning to live day by day, not with fear, but with trust in the One who holds tomorrow… and still holds me today.
To the loved one who passed away before I grew up
You visit my dreams every now and then.
You see me as I am now, and I find myself more careful—kinder—around you. In the back of my mind, I know you’re gone, so I use that time to say the things I never could…
What if the waiting season isn’t about delay?
“Tell Pharaoh about me. Don’t forget me.” Joseph urged the butler as he was being carried away to his freedom. The butler’s dream had come true, just as Joseph said it would. It was a peculiar gift, really—being able to interpret dreams. But what good was that in a...
The Ache of Not Creating
So, it’s been a while. Hi. I’ve had a couple of ideas about what I should write here—reflections, lessons, words of encouragement—and now that I’m finally sitting down, all of it feels like it’s evaporated. But here I am. It’s a Sunday night. My phone is far away from...
After the War
For a while, I thought you brought out the worst in me—and maybe that was reason enough to walk away. But what if that very unraveling is grace? What if love isn’t always gentle, but refining?