I hate humans. Please don’t take it personally, I mean it at a species level. This feeling has extended to God, He is also in the poops with me. I looked up to the heavens this week and asked with emotional zeal, “God, aren’t you over it?”

I believe in a big, fabulous, colourful, supernatural God life! But sometimes doubt sneaks in. I fear I’m kidding myself, that in reality, my life is not that compelling, not that special. What if I am-gasp!- ordinary?

The older you get, the more real you get. Your tolerance for shallowness, cynicism, and botox infused selfies runs to zero. You think more about an authentic life. You think more about a meaningful death.

Eres hermosa. Lo siento si no lo sientes. Lo siento si no lo crees. Lo

For those who are peeved off at women’s ministry for telling them there beautiful, throw me some grace and let me explain why I’m going to keep telling women they are beautiful.