Fifty-Two Cards in a Deck


To give you my favorite deck of cards is nothing compared to my heart.
-Jeremiah Grey

I had always dreamed of being in love, married, a wife. The way my life was going it seemed so far into the future, but then God intervened and placed this sweet, weird, handsome man in my path and in fifty-two days I get to marry him!

When I met Jeremiah, I was in no place to be in a relationship. I was depressed, sad, lonely, and just getting back in touch with God, but I was drawn to him and his quirky and different demeanor. It didn’t seem like he was very into me, but we kept getting paired together and I worked hard at trying to get noticed. Through time and unusual circumstances, Jeremiah and I began a journey to becoming the best of friends. Through simple statements turning into all-night deep conversations, I realized that being vulnerable and honest was easy with Jeremiah. We saw sides of each other we would normally hide, but it was refreshing to be so close to someone.

It’s incredible how much things can change over a summer. Jeremiah and I grew so close in those two months, but when the school year started up again everything was different including our church home. This was the place where we met filled with people we though we were friends with, but it just didn’t feel like home anymore and we decided not to go back. I don’t feel leaving was a mistake, but the time it took afterwards to find a new church home was detrimental to our walks with God. We were trying new churches at first, but then grew tired of endless disappointment and eventually stopped looking. Things were going so great for us and between us, the concern of finding a church home was no longer on our minds.

A little over a month ago we stumbled upon a church that was perfect for us, but while attending service on Sundays, I began to feel guilty and far from God. I knew that I needed Him and He would take me back, but didn’t know how to get there. Last night I confided in Jeremiah about how I had been feeling and Jeremiah looked at my tear stained face and told me he had been feeling the same. Together we prayed to ask God to be the center of our relationship and to help us grow together, but toward Him. We want to cultivate a strong Christ-centered marriage. Jeremiah and I know it won’t be easy, but we accept the challenge and responsibility of getting ourselves right with God!


Pray For Dallas


Dallas is my city.

Those were my officers.

They were someone’s son, father, husband.

Shot while protecting people protestesting against them.

My heart is breaking for the situation that took place last night. My heart is breaking for the lives that were lost. My heart is breaking for how far all of this has gone.

The hatred and the racism has got to stop. We live in America where everyone is equal. Our country fought for us to have that right and we are throwing it away, because of someone’s wrong choice.

Whether you are black or white or tan or yellow or red…. no matter who you are or where you are from or what color your skin is, your life matters.

Police officers are here to protect us. They are supposed to conquer fear and go into situations that regular citizens don’t want to go in order to keep us safe. But how can they do that when their own people are against them and rooting for them to fail.

Yes, there have been bad judgement calls by police in the past. Not all police are good, but that goes for any other profession as well. That goes for all people. One police officer makes a mistake. Two police officers make a mistake. It is going to happen, but that does not mean that all police officers are out to hurt, cause pain, and kill. The lives of police officers (white or black) matter just as much as any citizen that is on the street.

I understand that people want revenge for the lives that have been lost due to police brutality. But revenge for blood by taking blood is definitely not the answer! Just taking the lives of any police officer will not fill that hole inside you. If you want peace, if you want to be heard, if you want it all to stop… then speak out, but don’t use violence in order to make a point about violence. That will make you the enemy and your voice will be drowned.

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God.
-Matthew 5:9

Refusing To Acknowledge Doesn’t Make It Untrue


It has been awhile, but I have finally come to an understanding. God has been faithful to me even though I refused to acknowledge it.

I prayed every day that He would bring Bailey home quickly, safely, and in good condition. I don’t think I have ever prayed so hard, so often, and so passionately for something. God answered that prayer. Bailey came back the last week of October and was generally fine.

God answered this prayer knowing the outcome. He knew it was not going to turn out like I hoped. He knew how I was going to be affected by Bailey’s inactions. But still He answered my prayer and my pleas to show me the power of prayer.

I now have this specific answered prayer to hold on to when I feel like God is far. He didn’t ignore me then to save me from the hurt and heartache He knew was coming, so now I can have faith and know that God will come through in all situations.

❤ a girl