my tattoo.

my tattoo.

So. I have a tattoo. One year ago I climbed a steep set of stairs, sat down in a black chair, and held my leg incredibly still as a stranger marked me with permanent ink. It was the day after April Fool’s and the day before Good Friday, somewhere in...
Letting God Be Big

Letting God Be Big

Chances are real good that you’ve never even heard her name. Maybe, just possibly, you’ve read her story. She only got a handful of verses but there’s this girl named Huldah who changed Christianity as we know it today. This past spring I spent two...