The LIGHT at the end of the tunnel 

Y’all God is so good.

If you’ve read my other posts you know that my relationship with my boyfriend Cody hasn’t always been easy. We’ve fought and argued. A LOT. We both have struggled with anger issues and instead of listening to understand, we listen to reply. It never gets us anywhere but we’re both stubborn and always think the other is in the wrong. There’s been plenty of times where each of us have taken something the other has said the wrong way. We’re terrible at communication. But you know, relationships are hard. Team work makes the dream work, right? So we’re working on it while God’s working on us too.

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Negative Soulties

A lot of things change when you decide to give your life to the Lord. Not only with you but the people around you. You may find yourself growing farther and farther away from some of the people you love, and growing closer to people you never expected. Continue reading

Finding my person


I wish I could tell you that my boyfriend, Cody, and I met, fell in love, and we’ve lived happily ever after, but this isn’t a Disney movie. Like most couples, we’ve had to fight like hell to get where we are today. So many times I questioned if it was all worth it. I used to think that if you were really meant to be with someone that it would just work. You wouldn’t have to try very hard, everything would just fall into place, and it would all be rainbows and butterflies. However, nothing is ever all rainbows and butterflies. Continue reading

Finding my place

Placeholder ImageI had a pretty normal life growing up. We didn’t go to church and never discussed religion, but I grew up knowing there was a God. However, we weren’t “bible thumpers” (I now hate that term) in the least bit. My parents divorced when I was 13 and I went on to live with my mom. My dad was the type to financially support me but that’s as far as the support ever went. My sisters and I were never allowed to cry or show emotion or we were told to “dry it up”. He never showed us any affection and until my parents divorced, he never told me he loved me. Imagine that. A father never speaking the words ‘I love you’ to his daughter until she was 13. What?! His discipline at times was rough and hurtful. Continue reading