Intimacy grows in the places honesty dares to go.

I met Jesus in a psych ward, and He told me to let go of religion so I could finally find love.

True modesty is feeling confident in your own skin.

I thought prayer was about words, but it turned out to be about listening.

What if the real blessing isn’t in the words, but in the pause before we eat?

If meaning dies, the present moment becomes everything—so what if that’s the point?

When I hit bottom, the approval game died; and I found myself.

What if resurrection is your own reclamation, not a ticket out?

Don’t ask what’s possible—ask what’s magical. Dream again.

What if salvation was never a destination, but an endless dance of intimacy with the Divine?

The real failure in marriage isn’t divorce—it’s the death of love.

When God went silent, I finally heard my own truth.

I never needed permission to fly. I only needed the silence.

What feels like breaking often becomes the blessing.

The sacred fight isn’t against each other—it’s against forgetting who we are.

What if your deepest desire is actually your destiny?

What if salvation is simply waking up to the Divine spark inside?

What if godliness means loving your messy, human self?

To be witnessed is to be loved in the deepest way.

How do you hold infinity inside a body with edges?