Ask me how to get through… just ask me. Ask me how to survive, when the aching in my heart is so loud, deafening in my ears. So many people think the roar is outside: the turmoil is some circumstance that pounds me down in the ground. We laid two loved ones to rest,...
Aren’t we a rag-tag band of fellows? All we want is to seek holiness and yet fear and cynicism keeps creeping in at the edges. Fear trips us all up One fears the curse of mental illness has finally gripped her mind. One fears her husband loves his bank account more...
How long does it take before the rubble in our lives become familiar? I drove past the old mill site today. I drive past it every day… several times a day. Today I slowed down and pondered the debris. There is a thought that quickly enters and exits my mind each time:...
I struggle with writing words about painful experiences. Are we not supposed to dwell on the positive? Philippians 4:8 says Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if...
Dreams and hope still blossom They have eternal flame Even curse of generations Cannot drown out the same Dark my dreams of late Sinister and blue Despite the gentle coaxing By the hand of you Tears that stain my pillow Oppression from the deep Taloned claws so buried...