When God says “no”

In this current season of life, the Lord is teaching me not only how to listen to Him, but how to obey Him. It is hard. I don’t think I have ever really brought something I want to the Lord before, because when I did this past summer (and now) I got an answer that […]

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A Poem: A Plea and a Praise

You are the best part of me from the early hours of the morning through the weaning light of the evening You are what makes me lovely You put me on like a glove You made me for Yourself You are the oil that lights the lamp deep within me that shines for all to […]

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Serial Lover

This is something I wrote back in February of 2017, I just rediscovered it. Praise the Lord for being so rich.   The day was glorious. My heart was unlocked to the truth of the Gospel. For years, I had been a slave to self- serving desires and emotions; I confused true love with lust […]

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Staying True to Design

It’s a scary world out there. I love those moments when I can really let loose. When I am just me expressed: the good, the bad, the strange, the true. My experience of bliss in these times is almost always cut short by a fear of over exposure. I am free, I am me, for […]

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A Poem: To be Drawn

Here I am at the end of my rope unable to breathe on my own. What does it even mean to “cope”? I feel like I’ve been cut to the bone. Will I implode or explode or crumble into dust and ashes just like the woman whom I held so dear only to have her […]

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A Poem: Broken to be Built

I don’t think there’s words to describe this kind of pain, or this kind of beauty, or Your kind of mercy. I don’t know what to do with myself but I do know feeling the morning dew on my toes, and the wind across my face, and the sun upon my back, while the children […]

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A Poem: Hide and go Seek, Tag

“How are you?” is just a courtesy or is it? maybe I’m just being pessimistic. I want comfort so badly but to let people in means to open up. To open up means to feel everything; every feeling. This is what scares me. Maybe it’s good for life to not be so agreeable. It’s in these […]

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A Poem: O World, O God

Stop trying to get my attention There are too many commands What do you want from me, O World? You always leave me with empty hands. You don’t care about me You never did You’re angry because I love your Enemy. You and your philosophy and shiny toys it’s all a facade. Every word that […]

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