We are all starving for hope. We all have this thing that haunts us; it's called our past. Yea, that thing. Stupid... sure. But, it's real and it can be haunting. Our enemy often throws it at us like a pie to the face. Except, this pie is one from those looney cartoons; it's ticking and ready to explode. Or... at least, that is what it feels like when we lose focus and when hope is lost.
On a phone call with my grandma this week, we were talking about how we are just like the moon. We are dark blobs of useless matter in a galaxy that does not revolve around us. We are nothing, lost in a universe bigger than our comprehension. At the center of it all is the…Read more What’s My Purpose In Life?
What do you see when you look into the mirror? Well, first, let me tell you what I see when I look into the mirror. I see brokenness. I see a rugged, beat-up past full of constant failure that somehow continues to cycle. You see, I struggle with living in fear of sinning... again and…Read more The Man in the Mirror
I walk out of my comfortable house. I walk 100 yards down the street and climb up a small hill to get onto the tracks. I begin walking down the tracks watching my every step not to step on needles and broken glass. This is some of what I see. Houses made of whatever they…Read more Derailed People
We throw you where we please. You travel wherever the wind takes you. We sometimes acknowledge you, yet choose to neglect you. You not only watch us as we step on you, but also as we step over and around you. How isolated you must feel. How abandoned you must feel. Trash. Trash... How did you…Read more Trashed People
She drowns me in her deep abhorent abyss. She speaks love and fulfillment. I have never seen such beauty! I admire her beauty so much that it is no longer satisfying. She leaves me with an empty, hollow shell. She transformed into this new beauty! It is even more attractive than the last! I know I shouldn't give…Read more Lost, But Found
While working at home, this bird flew into the glass sliding door and knocked itself out. I helped get it back on its feet and off its wing. It decided to stay with me for some time. Then off it flew. Learning to fly is hard. We have to take the risk and jump into…Read more Take Flight