Crushed
There is a deep beauty that runs through this life. So intrinsically woven even Death cannot remove its brilliant color. The Fool of...
What's In My Journal
Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand. But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable. Junkyard...
Compelled To Confess
I was compelled to confess this week. Not my sin but my affirmation. This confession was not given as if to convince myself, rather it...
God's Absence
I have often been told that when one first turns to God, one is greeted with brilliant 'Yes' answers to prayers. For a long time that...