a burdensome load
“carrying the cross was not meant to be regretful; a burdensome load that you carry with sorrow; in an odd, yet beautiful way, it is done with joy; knowing it is meant for only for a moment - til the...
View ArticleA Lofty Art Told to Myself
This is from a vision I have been having the past couple of weeks and a poetic response that came out this past Saturday evening at a prayer meeting. I often covet the fruit the world has indulged in....
View ArticleRekindling Life
2013 marked the second year in asking God, “What should I expect? What are you going to do?” The question should be more formed as “How are you going to shake me and wake me up again?” Dangerous...
View ArticleNothing to Prove
There is an oddity within the issue of homosexuality, especially within this writing endeavor for the need to prove something. There is a reassurance of what God is doing something in my life. A...
View ArticleGood Gifts
From the following passage, I hold onto the fact that He wants to give good gifts to us. “Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone...
View ArticleDepression Distorts Everything
“Why do you need to take what a depressed person says with a grain of salt?” The masters’ class lingered without a clear answer. Aren’t social workers supposed to believe every word a client says? If...
View ArticleFulfilled.
A two hour commute allows for an extensive amount of processing time. Music can start to become a bore as my mind begins to wander staring at the Kentucky landscape rushing by. The leaves were...
View ArticleOstracizing Ourselves
“This is all of the information to prove evolution happened!” High school Biology 2 papers were slapped onto my Chemistry 1 desk. Thoughts rushed through my head wondering if I need to get into a...
View ArticleAfraid To Write
There is a delicacy within words written. A wise author has the ability to surrender articulate thoughts to the world. It provides a place for readers to come and find a sanctuary. A resting place...
View ArticleJesus, I Don’t Trust You
Right now, my prayers have been pretty raw. It could be from working in the social work field and exchanging stories with other therapists. Or the realities of hearing the police sirens outside my...
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