Broken Colors

03/23/2026

Sometimes life fractures us. Like a sudden earthquake that forces pur stability to re-examine itself.

You know what're I'm talking about.

It shatters our plans, our dreams, even the version of ourselves we thought we knew.

But what if brokenness isn’t the end?
What if it’s the beginning of becoming someone new?

Every crack, every pain, every loss is a space where light can enter, reshaping our heart, our mind, and our purpose.

True transformation doesn’t erase the past....it uses it to build strength, wisdom, and resilience we never knew we had.

Brokenness isn’t a defeat. It’s a metamorphosis.

I thought I was 3 when it first happened. The moment I witnessed my mom kill my father in self-defense.

It turns out, it began the moment I was born. The moment my mother's water broke and I entered her world.

Invetro, I felt her fears.

My birthday, I saw them!

Fear became real to me for the first time. It also felt very normal and I accepted is presence.

I never considered love to be any different than what I witnessed happening in front of me.

She held tight to protect me.
I longed for freedom.
She sheltered me from the world
I wanted to explore it.

I may only be 22 now, but I've lived a thousand chapters.

Fear?

It has no power in my life anymore.

Grace was freed from prison when I was 18, but I saw a familiar longing in her eyes that mirrored my own desire to be loved for who I am, as I am, where I am.

Together, we will heal. We will find joy and peace again. Even if we have to fight for it.

03/04/2026

Shattered Glass

There will come a moment
when trust cracks
like thin glass under weight you never imagined.
A word, a secret,
a habit hidden in shadow
will pierce the quiet of your heart.

Your first thought may be escape—
to gather your dignity
and run from the shards.

But sometimes love does not live in the easy exit.
Sometimes it waits
in the hard, jagged place
where forgiveness is a choice
and mercy is a muscle
you haven’t yet trained.

Do not mistake your hurt
for the verdict of failure.
Do not let your anger
decide the fate of a covenant
crafted in vows
and sacred promise.

The cracks will sting.
The sharp edges may cut.
But your staying—
even while wounded—
is a quiet revolution.

It says: I will not abandon
the one I chose
even when they stumble,
even when I ache,
even when the night is long.
Love in this moment
is not easy.
It is not fair.
It is holy.

03/03/2026

The Quiet Throne

You thought strength was a crown,
that faith would elevate you
above the ordinary,
above the noise of human weakness.

But the throne you sought
was not gilded.
It was carved from ashes.
It was forged in the furnace
of your own pride,
then shattered
so mercy could take its place.

You are strong
not because you rise unbroken,
but because you fell
and kept your hands open
to receive what you could not earn.

Loneliness comes quietly.
It sits beside you in every room,
a reminder that your spirit
walks paths others cannot follow.

You hear the laughter of the worldly,
their ease with sin and comfort,
and you feel apart—
as if the light you carry
is too bright, too strange,
for those still asleep in their own shadows.

Yet, do not despise the loneliness.
It is the soil where humility grows.
Where pride dies,
and grace blooms.

Your strength is not yours.
It is the echo of mercy,
the residue of surrender,
the quiet roar of a heart
that has learned:

to bend is not weakness,
to break is not defeat,
to be alone is sometimes
the only way to truly stand.

02/15/2026

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02/15/2026

Lindsay here. I was thumbing through my high school journals and found this. If I would have known then what I know now.....I wonder....

02/06/2026

“Broken does not mean finished.”

Broken usually sounds like the end.

We’re taught—explicitly or subtly—that if something cracks, fails, falls apart, it’s no longer useful.

But brokenness is not a period.
It’s a comma.

Brokenness is evidence that something has been acted upon, not discarded. In these stained glass pendants, the glass didn’t vanish. It didn’t lose its substance. It simply changed form.

Broken means:
something was impacted
something was interrupted
something was altered
Not ended.

“It means becoming.”

Becoming is a process word.

It assumes movement, time, heat, pressure, intention.
In these stained glass pieces, the breaking exposes edges that never existed before.

The fire doesn’t return it to what it was.
It transforms it into something it could never have been without the breaking.

So becoming is not “going back.”
It’s going forward with memory. All the memories.

Spiritually, emotionally, creatively:

You don’t become despite what broke you.
You become because of it.

The breaking reveals where transformation is possible.

What felt like the end of you was actually the moment your story changed direction.

The fracture was not a failure—it was an opening.

You aren’t unfinished because you’re broken.
You’re unfinished because you’re still being formed.

If you've lived seasons where:
things ended that shouldn’t have
dreams paused
roles shifted
grief reshaped you
Yet here you are—creating beauty out of fire.

Please know this....broken doesn't mean finished. It means becoming.

Broken isn’t the opposite of whole.
Finished is.
And you?
You’re not finished.
You’re becoming. 💛

02/01/2026

It was bound to happen. I just didn't see it coming packaged like this!

Sometimes healing isn’t soft.Sometimes it comes loud.HOLY RAGE is a spiritual trap song about the anger, grief, and raw emotion that come when your body and ...

01/23/2026

Now that I know why I was having those dreams, it makes it easier to talk about. I honestly wanted to burn this diary to make it all go away, yet...it built a bridge to understanding and that's a bridge I never want to burn.

01/21/2026

I remember that moment all to well.

01/18/2026

I've decided to let you see some pages from my diary. Not the journal book my counselor asked me to start writing when I was 10. It's the one I hid under my bed.

I'm 18 now, and so much has happened that my story, Broken Colors, is going to reveal that I'm okay with you seeing some of the pages.
Others?
Not yet.
Maybe by series two, once we start releasing content. Until then, the director said it would be okay for me to share some of the approved pages.

I'm hoping it will help you see the tumultuous relationship Jackson and I are having and why it can be confusing and yet rewarding all at once.

Please remember I had just turned 14 and my spelling wasn't perfect.

01/17/2026

The Oak Tree doesn't ask me questions.
It just let's me sit.

It's branches know how to hold the sky without breaking. I think that's strength.

When the wind moves through it, something inside me settles. Like God already knows I'm here and doesn't need me to explain.