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Here is the most beautiful thing: tonight I prayed for my friends, and they prayed for me. Tonight, I was filled with the Holy Spirit because I asked to be. I opened my hands to the Father, to his goodness and glory, and was filled with peace and love and that giddy kind of fizzy joy that comes from true connection.

 

It is unbelievable to me that tonight, people asked if they could put their hand on my shoulder to pray for me, and two years ago, I was engrossed in sin that never asked my consent. The shift my heart has experienced is beyond me. It's supernatural. It is simply and awesomely God.

How sweet and special it is that this space has digitalized some brief and distant version of my complete life shift. It has captured my wild young heart for words, the version of me who thought you needed to be tortured and dark and twisty in order to be an artist. It has witnessed my absolute broken-heartedness, the complete and total razing of my life to the ground. The slow, slow creation of life after death. I wish I had written more, had captured more intimately how the shape of my heart changed before my very eyes, but truthfully, I didn't have the words. Give the butterfly a break okay, the caterpillar didn't even recognize she was in the cocoon when she realized she should have brought a pen and paper.

(from 11/13/2025)