dear dad, isn’t it ironic?

dear dad, you are the one meant to protect, to love, to be trusted. you are the one meant to support, to comfort, to be there. where are you? you are not here. you are alone. i wasn’t safe around you, i needed protection. i fell apart around you, i needed support. isn’t it ironicContinue reading “dear dad, isn’t it ironic?”

A Broken Girl, a Patient Boy, and a Good God

A few months ago, I shared the story of how Dillon and I began a friendship and how we started dating a year later. God was so kind and so present during that season of life, and He remained that way once Dillon and I started dating. I thought it was fitting to go backContinue reading “A Broken Girl, a Patient Boy, and a Good God”