If you are reading this, it's probably because you know me personally.
We are friends on social media - maybe you've been directed here through Instagram - or you have dreamt up this idea with me. Maybe you've sat across a dinner table from me, or we've taken a road trip, or we've sat on the floor of my apartment and you've patiently listened to me spill my heart, revealing the hopes I have for Daughters and its subjects by the same name: God's daughters. If you have walked through this stage of dreaming with me, thank you. I pray it never stops, and I pray that this platform is one that encourages both of us to keep holding tight to our dreams, planting them and watering them and loving them and treasuring them close to our hearts, and then watching them come to fruition.
If you don't know me, and you've arrived here by digi-wandering, you are welcome here as a friend, a partner in adventure, hope and even dreams deferred. What I want is for this to be a place where all are welcome: dreamers, doers, believers, scientists (none of which are mutually exclusive!), daughters of the King - sons of the King - and everybody that hangs precariously between titles. All of us.
Welcome to a space where vulnerability is not only accepted but encouraged, where you are invited to submit and collaborate and respond, or to do none of the above. Right now, I have no idea what I'm doing, but I know that this is God's dream and, therefore, it's a dream of mine, too.