SVU Night

 

It's SVU night!!!

Smooches and think Tink!

Image created using AI tools (ChatGPT / image generation), but it's my OC and concept

Darkness and Light

 

Me, Baby Steven, and Adam

"You have to have dark in order to show light." 

---Bob Ross  

This happened in my fictional world, in my mind.

Midnight Rebel, the original characters' villain, pretends to be a former pop star, now a masked man on social media. He loves singing and dancing. He has spiky black hair, piercing blue eyes, and tattoos on his neck, chest, and arms. He’s always shirtless, wearing a leather jacket open over his bare chest, black jeans, and black boots. He wears a devil mask. He has a black Harley motorcycle. He’s dangerously obsessive, flirty, and seductive. He’s a trickster demon.

Beware of Midnight Rebel

One night, he saw me at a coffee shop. I invited him to my imaginary house, where I live with Adam and my other original characters. Midnight seduced and entranced me. He used my darkest desires against me. I was pregnant and gave birth within hours, all in one night, with the help of dark magic. Midnight was dangerously obsessed with me.

Adam and I adopted the baby when we banished Midnight. I named the baby Steven, after my beloved friend. Baby Steven is pale, with black hair and blue eyes. With our powers, Adam and I pulled the darkness out of Baby Steven; not all of it, because everyone has some darkness, but we pulled enough, so Midnight won't have a connection to him.

Images created using AI tools (ChatGPT / image generation), but it's my OC and concept.

Smooches and think Tink

Adam vs. Midnight

Easter Sunday

 

Did y'all have a fun Easter on Sunday? 

Smooches and think Tink!

Lent Entry #43

 

God,

When I picture Aslan and Jesus Christ standing side by side, I notice both their similarities and differences, which helps me understand things more deeply.

Aslan, from C.S. Lewis’ The Chronicles of Narnia, and Jesus are both wise, loving, and natural leaders. Their authority comes from love, not force. They guide, protect, and care for others, and they both stand for something higher and sacred.

Both of their sacrifices were powerful. They each knew they were going to die, yet they chose to move forward anyway. They believed their deaths had to happen—for something greater, for others. That kind of love feels overwhelming and humbling to me.

But I also see differences.

Aslan, as a lion, feels bold and outward. His leadership can be loud, like a roar—strong and impossible to ignore. There is a visible, almost overwhelming power in him.

Jesus, being human, feels quieter. Not weak, never meek, but calm and steady. His leadership is more subdued, more gentle, but still deeply powerful. He doesn’t need to raise His voice to be heard.

One feels like thunder, and the other feels like stillness.

And both feel sacred to me in their own way. 

Thank You for Your, Mother Mary's, and Your Son's sacrifice for us. 

Thank You for making my mind work the way it does. 

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit; 

As above, so below,

Amen/Blessed be. 

Smooches and think Tink.

Lent Entry #42

 

God,

I believe my imagination is such a powerful place for me spiritually because it’s where I feel the most like myself. There’s no pressure there, no expectations about how I’m supposed to pray or what I’m supposed to say. It’s just me, being honest.

When I enter my imagination, my mind doesn’t drift as much. My original characters from my fictional stories help anchor me, keeping me focused so I don’t get lost in overthinking or distractions. Instead, they guide me back to You.

In that space, my faith feels more real. Not distant or abstract, but alive. I can feel things more deeply, understand things differently, and connect with You in a way that actually makes sense to me.

I think this is how I’m meant to come to You —not perfectly, or traditionally, but honestly, creatively, and fully as myself.

Thank You for giving me an imagination that pulls me in but doesn’t pull me away from You. It actually brings me closer. 

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit; 

As above, so below, 

Amen/Blessed be. 

Smooches and think Tink.

Lent Entry #41

 

God,

Today feels like a quiet scene. Nothing dramatic. Nothing overwhelming. Just…peaceful. Calm.

I’m in my beautifully chaotic bedroom: plushies everywhere, books stacked and scattered, and pillows soft and familiar. It’s not perfect, but it’s mine. It feels safe.

There’s a small rhythm to the morning. My solar bobblehead in the window, gently moving like it has its own little world—ticking, ticking, like time is passing but not rushing me.

I choked down my morning water (still working on that, lol), but my coffee? That I enjoyed. And breakfast felt good: Waffles with fruit, Greek yogurt, and chocolate syrup—simple things, but they made the moment feel full.

Sitting there, eating, watching YouTube, and just existing, I realized something: I’m content. Not struggling. Just steady. Just here. And I think that matters. And…I’m happy. A quiet kind of happy. 

Thank You for mornings like this—for calm instead of chaos, for enough instead of more, for a moment where I can just be.

Sometimes I expect something big to feel close to You, but maybe You’re just as present in mornings like this. In the quiet, in the routine, and in the soft, ordinary peace.

And right now, that feels like more than enough. 

In the name of the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit; 

As above, so below,

Amen/Blessed be. 

Smooches and think Tink.

Lent Entry #40

 God,

If my soul were a room right now, it wouldn’t be perfectly clean or peaceful. It would be dimly lit—quiet, but not empty. There’s a soft, gentle light that never fully fills the space, but is still there...bright enough to see by. There are parts of the room that feel warm: memories, love, and the people I care about.

But there are also corners I avoid looking at—shelves filled with unopened books, and half-written stories scattered like they were abandoned mid-thought. Ideas I never finished. Pieces of myself I didn’t fully explore. Chapters I was too tired, too afraid, or too unsure to complete. Some things are messy. Not ruined—just…not finished yet.

There’s a chair in the middle of the room where I sit with You. Sometimes I talk. Sometimes I just sit there, hoping You understand what I don’t have words for.

Even though the room isn’t perfect, You’re still there. Not waiting for everything to be in place. Not asking me to be complete before You come closer. You sit with me in this quiet space, as if it’s enough to just be here together. And because You show me that kind of grace…I know where I need to show it, too.

I need to show grace in the moments where I get frustrated—with others, when they don’t understand me, and with myself, when I don’t understand myself.

I need to show grace when things feel unfinished, when people don’t meet my expectations, and when I feel like I’m falling short. Because Jesus didn’t wait for perfection before offering love. He met people right where they were. 

I want to learn to do the same: To be patient instead of critical. To be gentle instead of harsh. To give space for growth—in others, and in myself. Lent isn’t about becoming brighter all at once, but about letting You stay even in the quiet, unfinished places. Among the unopened books, the half-written stories, and the parts of me that are still changing. 

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit; 

As above, so below,

Amen/Blessed be. 

Smooches and think Tink.

Love and Chaos (a poem and a playlist)

 

Love can be a chaotic rollercoaster. 

It can bring you up, down, 

spin you all around. 

But despite all the loops and hoops you go through, 

The chaotic love lingers 

and never lets go.  

©Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2026

Smooches and think Tink! 💋❤💜

Images created using AI tools (ChatGPT / image generation), but it's my OC and concept.

Lent Entry #39

 

God,

Thank You for keeping my loved ones safe. Thank You for watching over them in ways I can’t always see. It brings me peace knowing they are in Your care. 

Please continue to guide and protect those I love. Surround them with Your presence and lead them in the right direction.

Help me never take their safety for granted. 

Happy Palm Sunday, Jesus! 🌿 💜

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit; 

As above, so below,

Amen/Blessed be. 

Smooches and think Tink.

Lent Entry #38

 

God,

When I’m feeling annoyed, please help me pause and breathe before I react. Calm my thoughts and steady my spirit so I don’t let small frustrations take over. Give me patience in the moment and remind me to respond with grace.

Help me keep my peace and let things go when they’re not worth holding onto. 

Also, please help others to see the error of their ways, like You help me see mine.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit; 

As above, so below, 

Amen/Blessed be. 

Smooches and think Tink. 

My Latest OC

 

Anthony has dark-chocolate skin, faded black hair, and dark green eyes. He wears a 50s-style leather jacket, blue jeans, and biker boots. He appeared in my dream one night at a graveyard. He's playful, and zaps place to place. He’s the son of Morpheus (the Greek god of dreams). Anthony’s magic colors are black and silver. Adam is training him to be Magnificence’s new Dream Protector©, since Adam decided to protect me full-time and be my imaginary husband. Anthony will stay with us during the day and go back to Magnificence at night. He’s twenty-nine.

I might put him in a future story.

Image created using AI tools (ChatGPT / image generation), but it's my Original Character and concept.

Smooches and think Tink.