It’s the first day of May 2025 and I haven’t written a post since November 2024, not because I had nothing to say. If anything, I had too much to say. But I’ve been trying to keep this space feeling authentic, organized… and truthfully, I still don’t know what that looks like. But I do know this: as long as I keep writing, the shape of this blog will become clearer- just like my self-portraits have. One piece at a time.
The last time I wrote, it was about prayer & my Unseen Team, I mentioned how the deaths of my Aunt Rachel and Aunt Penny made prayer feel pointless because I thought we were going to witness a miracle. I thought faith would change the outcome. And when it didn’t, something inside me went quiet. For a while, I stopped praying altogether.
But something’s shifted…
“Jesus… Jesus… Jesus…”
– Aunt penny, the last words i ever heard her say.
I’ve started to see prayer, not as a request, but as connection. A moment to remember who I am, and to open the door for potential help from God. Not to control the outcome, but to stay aligned with what I know is right for me.
I’m at the beginning of a return to what’s always been mine. And for the first time in a long time, prayer is a part of it.
Thank you for reading.
Love,
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