A Definitive Collection of My Writings

I am at the end of my rope. I am tired.  I am wounded. I feel so alone. I’m questioning everything I’m doing. I’m having doubts about everything I’ve worked towards. I’m not sure I believe in the mission anymore. But I know I was convinced that the mission was from you. I can’t do this alone, and I need to stop trying. I need to hear your voice. I need you to lead me and guide me.  Teach me to listen. Break my independence. However you need to. Show me what it means to do things with you, not for you. In your spirit, not in your name.  Where I am right, protect me. And where I am wrong, correct me. I am not concerned with reputation as long as I know my character is faultless before the courts of heaven.  Teach me conviction. Teach me what it means to have resolve. Teach me what it means to be a subject of the King. Teach me what it means to be loved and known. Pull me back into the heart of the fire I’ve drifted so far from, and with it, purify my heart that I may l...

 It’s hard to find words during times like these. Very few of us, if any, knew Charlie personally. And yet, we knew him for what he stood for. We knew what he believed in. Through clips on tiktok or glances at the television. For many, he was the embodied voice of our morals- speaking out in places we ourselves may never have been able to reach, with a boldness and love many of us wish we had. Charlie was a leader in every sense of the word. He was a warrior in every aspect of his life. He was a champion to the unborn who did not have a voice. He was a defender of truth even when it costs him- and truth often does cost us. Now, he is gone. He is not dead ; in fact, he is more alive than any of us, for he now walks beside our Risen King. But the work he left behind is very real. It is, and has always been, a torch meant to be carried. Charlie understood what not many Christians do, and that’s that our faith is not meant to be confined to our church walls. The Gospel is meant to radi...

 “K-Pop Demon Hunters. When I first saw a trailer for this movie, I completely wrote it off. And when I heard the name, I assumed that since I wasn’t into K-Pop or Fantasy Genres, this movie wasn’t for me. Oh, how I was so wrong. This little post is serving as my review, and my hope is that everyone who sees this will go watch that movie. Truthfully, I’d go so far as to call it one of the best movies of the decade. This story is beautiful, compelling, brilliant, experimental, relatable, funny, heartfelt, raw, and above all, original. For a really long time, the movie scene has been saturated with films aimed at raking in a profit. Many of the stories we see on the big screen are either pushing an agenda, or trying to bolster the bottom line. This movie plays like a passionate love letter to the art of storytelling itself. It shows reverence to its source culture, and has a displays a deep respect for its audience and viewers. The music is phenomenal, the characters are incredibly h...

I reminisce of simpler times in my life, when love was more than a word, and its burden less than the sum of the pieces of my patched up heart. I’ve lived. And loved. I’ve had my heart broken and my emotions betrayed. I may no longer be in the beam of reality’s favor, but I can indulge in the sweet escape of my imagination.   I wish to go return to the excitement that accompanied my first confession. When I hadn’t yet tasted the bitterness of unrequited love. When there was no fear of rejection and the horizon boasted only clear skies. What does it feel like to fall in love with an old friend? To reveal you heart, only to be met with a nonplussed response…. But then have a flame grow out of that? I miss the days when wearing your heart on your sleeve was a sign of transparency and candidness, not weakness and naivety.  I long for the simpler times. When heartbreak wasn’t the rule, but the exception. When people in general were just more forthcoming and real.  I imagine my...

     I am not a fatalist. I’m an idealist. But truthfully, both are tasked with taking an honest assessment of the human condition and presuming the realistic outcome, even if that perceived outcome is influenced by the nuance of their perspectives. I am deeply concerned about the current trajectory of human progress, and I believe we are rapidly nearing a point of no return.       I recently watched Wall•E: the 2008 animated Pixar film set in what I wouldn’t even call a dystopian age. Dystopia at least implies some semblance of human society. What Wall•E portrays is a brutalist remnant of Humanity’s neglect of its environment, and ultimately, its neglect of itself. The film opens with a jaunty, lighthearted song set to the backdrop of mountains of trash nestled amongst dilapidated skyscrapers. Technology far beyond what we are presently capable of engineering, and yet… not a human to be seen. Fast forward in the film, and we learn that humanity has...

 It’s been a long time since I’ve written. Since I’ve  truly  ‌written for the sake of writing. For the longest time, I’ve felt like my words need to carry weight to be of value, and I’ve measured every new thought against my previous ones, always trying to outdo myself. Always striving for perfection.  Lately, I’ve been exposed to many new colors in my life. A new pallete filled with many types of paint. And I‌ think I’m finally starting to see that words don’t carry weight based solely on what they say, but based on the person saying them. I’ve been discovering that my words carry inherent weight because of the trials, joys, and experiences I’ve endured. I need to learn to not be so hard on myself. I need to write not only the things that the world needs to hear, but the things my heart needs to say. I’ve been writing for others. It’s time I‌ write for myself. And in doing so, I‌ hope to discover an even deeper layer of beauty in this life :) But I‌ also hope to in...