“Then Jesus made a public spectacle of all the powers and principalities of darkness, stripping away from them every weapon and all their spiritual authority and power to accuse us. And by the power of the cross, Jesus led them away as prisoners in a procession of triumph! He was not their prisoner; they were His!”  -Colossians 2:15 The Passion Translation I love this verse. Jesus died so that the demons can no longer accuse us. They used to have the power to…Continue Reading “The ultimate battle was won”

When it’s 4 a.m., and you’re trembling–lying awake, too scared to do anything. When the rest of the world is in deep sleep, and you know you’re alone, trying to fight the voices while you wish there were someone there; someone there to be with you through the intensity. You crawl out of bed and go to the kitchen to eat something that will help calm you down. It helps a little, but the fear is still there–you’re still alone in the dark. You do…Continue Reading “4 a.m. battles //”

Yellow. For the longest time I ignored it; always annoyed by how it stood out so vividly. As if it were screaming for attention it never could win. Beauty. For the longest time I obsessed over a certain idea of what defined it. As if there were a universal criterion that determined whether or not you possessed it. The revelation of yellow’s importance mad itself known during a season filled with black and white. monochromatic colors don’t say much, and neither did I. It was…Continue Reading “Yellow.”