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This isn’t for the polished. It’s for the ones still bleeding through their bandages.

If you’re here, you’re probably like me—caught between resurrection and relapse, hope and “hell no,” faith and the side-eye.

I’m not here to sell salvation. I walk beside it. I cuss beside it. I cry beside it. And when nothing moves, I sit in the dirt and wait with you for the next breath.

This house is for the burned-out, black sheep, back-row sitters, body-worn wanderers, and beautiful messes who keep showing up anyway—queer, trans, neurospicy, church-bruised, and still somehow hungry for the real.

What you’ll find:

• Holy Defiance — scripture that punches up; prophets over empire.

• Gospel of Grit — mercy > performance; presence over perfection.

• Women of Fire — matriarchs and misfits the footnotes couldn’t hold.

• Queer-Affirming Readings — loved, full stop; textually and tenderly.

• Field Notes — memoir shards, club nights, Watchtower weather.

• Sermons & Liturgies — street-level prayers you can actually use.

You don’t need a clean slate or a theology degree. You just need your feelings to be real. That’s all I’ve ever had.

Welcome to the Way.
Take what you need and leave the rest.

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