Dead dreams are rarely dead. They are most often seeds for another season or even another generation.
Hell in a handbasket … whatever that means. (Stopped writing and looked it up, and the term has its origins in French Revolution, where the unlucky victims of the guillotine had their detached heads transported to officials in a handcart … later, the term became … Continue reading Blue Berries to Sooth the Soul
Even in Paradise, humankind has always been meant to live in a relationship of trust with our Creator. God never planned for us to immediately understand and know everything about Him, yet He asks us to love Him anyway.
When God was enough – When it was enough to think about Him all the time … To constantly sing songs that simply said, “Thank you” To sing because I found Him and His redemption plan amazing. When it was enough to drink in page … Continue reading When God Was Enough
Today was not without God’s hands on it; tomorrow will not be without His voice … even if it is soft and the volume of a whisper. Take that, Anxiety.
The day after the bombing in Manchester, UK …
Today I mourn.
Today I shout at Evil.
As much as I would like to, I’ve concluded that I cannot change the world. It is too heavy and in the same moment, it is too fragile for my clumsy efforts.