What can wash away our sins? Truly not the rush of the world, the excitement of danger, waves of alcohol, nothing will clean us completely. Nothing but the real blood, dripping off the cross and splattering in the rough dirt at the foot of the wood. Leaving dark red stains on the dusty rocks. A couple weeks ago, the pastor at Quay church in Florida spoke that sentence above. I added a little more detail that brings the mental picture to life, but it still hits just as much.

from March ~ I’m convinced I live like Hannah Montana. Thursday night I worked until 9:30pm, then less than 24 hours later I was home in CT working as the content collector (photography and videography) at an event my parents planned. What a switch up! I flew home Friday morning extremely early in the morning, and by the time I went to bed that night I had been awake for 24 hours. By the time I arrived to my house that morning, it was time for my little sister to be gettin

I’m a born and raised New England girly, attending church since I was born and connecting in a life with Christ. A couple months ago, my pastor made a comment about living in New England. It went something like “living as a Christian in New England can be difficult”. If you could have seen my facial expression, I looked like he had spoken in a foreign language. What did he mean “difficult”? It’s my normal, my everyday life, to only know of three to four fellow believers in m