Not Your Grandma's Gospel
I am not your pastor. I am not your grandma’s devotional writer. I am a fancy f*ck up who has tasted wreckage and found grace in the ruins. Addiction recovery, sexual trauma, rebellion — these are not disqualifiers. They are the soil where mercy grows wild.
Here, Reiki and breathwork sit beside prayer and scripture. Here, addiction stories are holy testimonies. Here, broken halos shine brighter than polished crowns. Because grace isn’t reserved for the perfect — it’s poured out on the wreckage, the outlaws, the ones who dare to believe love is bigger than shame.
Confessions
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In case you forgot… you are still an addict. Not because you’ve failed. Not because you’re weak. But because addiction isn’t a chapter you close—it’s a language your brain learned long ago, and it still whispers in the background even when you’ve been sober for years. Sobriety doesn’t erase the wiring. It just teaches you…
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“Dear Anxiety— I found you again scribbled in the margins of a day that was supposed to be fine. I keep telling you the world you remember is gone, but you don’t listen. You never listen. You press your weight into my chest until my ribs forget how to move. You whisper old warnings into…
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I stopped by to see an old friend today. There was a time—back when the world felt unbearably heavy—when I sat beneath her branches with a fist full of pills and a mind convinced I wouldn’t see 23. I didn’t know how to keep going. I barely had hope. I didn’t know how to breathe…
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There is a moment, often subtle, when you realize that chasing life only makes it run faster. The more you reach, the more it retreats. The more you grasp, the more it slips through your fingers like water that was never meant to be held. Chasing is loud. It is frantic. It is the heartbeat…
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We talk a lot about spiritual awakenings in AA. Hell, it’s in the 12-step readings we recite every night:“Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps…”“We came to know a power greater than ourselves…” My own spiritual awakening didn’t come in a church pew or during a mountaintop worship service. It came…
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Lately, I’ve been moving through a season of breath and light — inhaling truth, exhaling everything that can no longer come with me. Breath work and Reiki have become quiet teachers at my side, gently peeling back layers I didn’t know I was still holding. When we do this level of inner work, the energy…
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Have you ever heard the song that Bethal music does called it is well. It’s redone from the old hymn and if you haven’t heard it go listen and then come back. Ill wait.. for real go listen. Sometimes I play Christian music in the car. I’m not really sure why but sometimes it’s comforting…
