01/30/2026
This table has held onto my doubts, prayers, frustrations, my many tears, but most of all….my faith.
Long nights. Early quiet mornings. Moments where I questioned everything and fearfully kept going anyway.
Every scar on it, is like a conversation I personally had between discipline and hope. Trusting them both over my own better judgement.
This table is where I return when the world gets too loud for me. I just dig deep into the dreams that are deeply rooted in thought and watch…as it “begins” to take true form into this reality.
I have to say plainly….
I love what I am capable of doing.